Fractures

Rowan hadn’t slept in two days.He stood at the penthouse windows, the city stretched wide below, lights flickering like a pulse that wouldn’t slow. His reflection was a hollow version of himself jaw sharp, dark circles carved under his eyes, and the faintest twitch in his fingers whenever he reached for his phone. He’d already scoured traffic cams, hacked his way through old Wesley files, even retraced Cassian’s last public appearances. All the trails bled into smoke.The world had written Cassian Wesley’s obituary. Rowan refused.Every instinct he had, honed by years of violence and vigilance, screamed the same thing: Cassian wasn’t gone. He was somewhere, waiting, hurting. Maybe worse. But alive. Rowan clung to that belief like a blade. If he let it go, he’d collapse.Behind him, Lennox’s laughter cut through the silence. Too loud. Too casual. He was sprawled on Cassian’s couch, feet up, scrolling his phone with the ease of someone who hadn’t been hollowed out by grief.“You’re goi

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

Ghosts of the Living

The Wesley estate sat at the edge of the city like a monument to wealth and denial three floors of glass and silence, sprawling gardens, and gates tall enough to keep the world out.Rowan’s car slowed as the iron gates swung open, creaking like something ancient that didn’t want to move. The headlights cut across the rain-slick driveway, glinting off marble statues and manicured hedges trimmed into impossible perfection. The place looked more like a museum than a home a monument to appearances, built to be admired but never touched.He drove through the gates, gravel crunching beneath the tires, and for a moment, he could almost feel the weight of Cassian’s absence pressing against the windshield. The estate had always felt cold, but tonight, it felt hollow as if the grief inside had finally swallowed what little life remained.The guards at the front didn’t stop him. They knew who he was by now the man who kept showing up when everyone else had retreated behind press statements and c

Last Updated : 2025-10-14

HOLLOW GRAVE

The rain hadn’t stopped since dawn.It came down in soft sheets that blurred the skyline and soaked through umbrellas, turning the city into a gray watercolor. The cemetery sat on a low hill, flanked by stone angels darkened by weather and time. Every inch of ground shimmered with rainwater puddles pooling between graves, the mud sucking at polished shoes.Dozens of black umbrellas dotted the field like bruises.The Wesley family stood beneath the largest one, their silhouettes neat and composed for the cameras lingering at the gate.Cassian’s framed photo rested beside the coffin smiling, charming, the version the world preferred to remember. His eyes in the picture caught the light, alive in a way that twisted something deep inside Rowan’s chest.He stayed back from the main crowd, half-hidden beneath the shadow of a drooping oak. His umbrella tilted slightly, the rain dripping steadily from its edges. His black suit clung damply to his shoulders, but he didn’t move. He didn’t want

Last Updated : 2025-10-14

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Fractures

Ghosts of the Living

HOLLOW GRAVE