Jefferson's POV
Power had always been my birthright. I was born to stand above others, to command from the highest tower while lesser men scrambled below. Every skyscraper I passed reminded me of where I belonged - at the summit, untouchable and absolute.
Now everything felt different.
The certainty that once anchored me had cracked. I wasn't falling exactly, but I wasn't soaring either. Somewhere between the clouds and the dirt, I found myself existing in a space I'd never acknowledged before. Maybe I hadn't crashed to ground level with ordinary people, but for the first time in my life, I understood what it meant to feel vulnerable.
The realization burned in my chest. I had to reclaim what was mine.
