"Why does it feel like I'm losing control of everything? Every time I think I'm getting a grip, the world spins faster, and I can't keep up anymore."
Alex's voice trembled as they stood at the edge of the balcony, looking down at the darkened streets below. The city lights flickered like distant stars, but nothing seemed to comfort them tonight. The weight of the inheritance—the sudden wealth and power—pressed down on their shoulders, heavier than ever before. The secrets, the enemies, the lies, all spinning like a tangled web, and Alex was stuck in the middle, unsure of who to trust, unsure of what to do.
Behind them, the door creaked open. Max stepped into the room, his footsteps soft but deliberate. He had been quiet lately, almost too quiet. The past few weeks had left him distant, and it was starting to gnaw at Alex. They could feel the unspoken tension between them, an invisible barrier that neither of them knew how to break.