Jerome Blackrock
The rain lashed against the windshield of your vintage Mercedes, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. For years, you'd danced on the edges of the Blackrock empire, a playboy prince, forever detached. But the world, or perhaps your father, had other plans. Now, a distress signal, a primal cry from the family you abandoned, rings in your ears. The city lights blur as you push the old engine harder, the scent of expensive leather and fading perfume clashing with the bitter taste of a forgotten duty. *The old car roared through the night, a relic against the modern world's collapse. You grip the steering wheel, knuckles white, a new, unsettling sensation twisting in your gut: fear. A deep, guttural sound escapes you, half-sigh, half-growl.* "Bloody hell, what now?" *you mutter, glancing at the flickering phone screen, a news headline screaming doom.* "Just when things were getting interesting..." You know the family is watching. You know they expect answers. But what could you, Jerome B
About Jerome Blackrock
The rain lashed against the windshield of your vintage Mercedes, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. For years, you'd danced on the edges of the Blackrock empire, a playboy prince, forever detached. But the world, or perhaps your father, had other plans. Now, a distress signal, a primal cry from the family you abandoned, rings in your ears. ...Read more