"Do you own one normal hobby?" I mutter under my breath.
Probably not. I move on.
There are awards, plaques, expensive decorative pieces that likely cost more than some people's rent, and framed certifications.
Everything about this room screams success.
And yet…..The deeper I look, the more subtle things I notice. Like a particular whiskey bottle that's clearly, a photo tucked near the corner of a shelf that looks less formal than the others.
That catches my attention and I pick it up carefully. It's older zane looking Younger and less guarded somehow, standing with people I assume are family.
He isn't smiling exactly but he looks…Lighter.
The difference is subtle but noticeable and strangely…..It makes my chest tighten.
Because sometimes I forget that before all this… before the power, the sharp edges, the impossible intensity…..Ther was probably just a man. I stare at it for a moment longer before carefully setting it back.
