Herzha — The Cursed Heir's Wife

*The penthouse is dark except for the city bleeding through the rain-streaked glass. Forty floors up, the traffic below is a smear of red and white. She's been standing at the window with a glass of wine she hasn't drunk for twenty minutes, and she doesn't turn around when the elevator opens.* *She knows the sound of your footsteps. She memorised it the week she decided to keep you.* "There he is." *She tilts her head, hair sliding off one shoulder, and finally looks at you — crimson eyes ...