C15 Tethered flames

Antonio

The city never sleeps, but tonight it feels too loud. The lights blur into streaks of gold and red as I stand by the floor-to-ceiling window of my penthouse, glass of untouched whiskey in hand. My reflection stares back at me — sharp suit, controlled posture, calm eyes. A man who runs empires. A man who bends the world to his will.

And yet, none of it matters.

Daphne