### **Episode 3: Cracks in the Armor**

> "The most dangerous lie we tell ourselves is that we can survive everything alone."

>

The trial of *United States v. Ross* had been dragging on for three grueling weeks, and it was draining the literal life out of Ethan. For days, his routine consisted of four hours of restless sleep, endless cups of black coffee, and thousands of pages of financial transcripts. By Thursday evening, a vicious, deep-seated fever had taken hold of his body. His vision blurred at the edges, and a persistent, throbbing ache pulsed behind his eyes.

Yet, as Ethan unlocked the penthouse door at midnight, he refused to give in. The Department of Justice didn't pause for a flu.

He managed to step into the dark foyer, his hand trembling as he reached for the light switch. But his knees, suddenly feeling like water, gave out entirely. The world tilted violently. Ethan braced for the hard impact of the marble floor, but it never came.

Instead, a pair of strong, surprisingly warm arms caught him mid-fall.

"Whoa—Ethan! Hey, look at me," Julian’s voice broke through the haze, stripped entirely of its usual mocking edge. Julian had been up late sketching in the living room when he heard the erratic fumbling at the door.

Ethan tried to push him away, his pride flaring even through his delirium. "I'm... I'm fine. Have to prepare the cross-examination for tomorrow..."

"You're burning up, you idiot," Julian muttered, ignoring the weak resistance. With a firm grip, Julian hoisted Ethan’s arm over his shoulder, bearing the prosecutor's dead weight as he carefully guided him down the hallway and onto the bed.

For the next three days, the cold war in the penthouse ceased. Julian completely abandoned his studio, transforming instead into an attentive caretaker. He replaced the cool, damp cloths on Ethan’s forehead every hour, tracked his temperature, and forced him to swallow small sips of broth.

On the second night, when the fever spiked to its worst, Ethan began to thrash against the sheets. The rigid, untouchable prosecutor was entirely gone, replaced by a terrified boy trapped in a nightmare.

"I can't lose the case, Father," Ethan choked out, his voice raw, tears cutting through the sweat on his flushed cheeks. "I did everything you wanted. Why is it never enough? Why am I always alone?"

Julian sat on the edge of the mattress, his chest tightening with an unexpected, sharp pang of empathy. He gently took Ethan’s trembling hand, gripping it tightly. "You're not alone, Ethan. Shut up and sleep. I've got you."

As if anchoring onto Julian's voice, Ethan’s breathing gradually slowed. He squeezed Julian’s hand back, refusing to let go for the rest of the night.

When the fever finally broke on Sunday morning, Ethan opened his eyes to find the room bathed in soft sunlight. Julian was fast asleep in a chair beside the bed, his dark hair disheveled, still holding Ethan's hand. Looking at his supposed enemy, Ethan felt a strange, terrifying shift in his chest. The carefully constructed walls of his pristine world hadn't just cracked—they were beginning to crumble.

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### **Episode Summary**

Exhausted from a high-profile trial, Ethan collapses in the penthouse from a severe, sudden fever. Julian catches him and spends the next three days nursing him back to health. During a delirious episode, Ethan accidentally reveals the deep emotional trauma and loneliness inflicted by his father's expectations. This vulnerability forces Julian to see the real human behind Ethan’s rigid exterior, permanently altering the dynamic between them.

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