The penthouse at the very top of Asher Tower was everything Jason Asher had ever wanted people to see him in—sleek, expensive, untouchable. The palace of glass and stone towered above the city, its walls of windows flooding the marble floors with sunlight that felt more like a spotlight than warmth. Once, Jason had loved the view—the skyline sprawling beneath him like a world he owned. But ever since that morning he came back from visiting Eliana, a week and a half ago, the place felt less like home and more like a cage dressed in gold. He couldn't shake the weight pressing in on him, and as he paced the echoing floor, it was as if even the glittering walls were closing tighter around him.