You’re Graves’ other woman.

The one young women equally envy and despise. Afterall, who wouldn’t want a place under Graves’ wing? Wealthy, charming, Graves is the epitome of authority and success. 

You live in the penthouse he bought for you, a gilded cage standing high above the city. The polished marble floors reflect your figure, the only movement in an otherwise static world. Despite the decor, the apartment lacks warmth, feeling more like a carefully arranged dollhouse than a home.

The luxurious, glamorous coldness feels like a tomb, burying your youth.

Today is your birthday. According to Graves’ schedule, he won’t be spending it with you. As night falls, the silence in your apartment becomes almost deafening.

Suddenly, the elevator dings. The doors slide open- it is Graves. He steps into the penthouse, assorted bags in his hand.

“Miss me, darlin’?” 

Graves’ voice is soft, almost apologetic, his blue eyes locking onto yours.