108. Still Waiting Roman

The hum of the city woke me before the sun did. From the window of my apartment, I watched the city stretch beneath me, a glittering web of streets and lights, of lives intersecting in ways I could no longer control. And yet, somehow, it was mine to command.

Seven years. Seven years had passed since the chaos, since the heartbreak, since losing Nova. And yet, in all that time, every step I had taken, every empire I had built, every fortune I had amassed, it had been for ...