The Sin of His Obsession
And that world, that softness, was a weakness I could exploit.
My mind, as it so often does when confronted with a new problem, went back. Back to the beginning. The foundation of my grand design.
It was the first day of class at the prestigious university. I was a young, ambitious professor, a dreamer who saw buildings not as structures, but as living, breathing things. I had a theory about organic architecture, about designs that flowed with emotion. But the industry wanted straight lines, cold steel, and easy profit. My ideas were seen as too complex, too artistic.