cold · ceo · possessive · husband · protective · wealthy · stoic · pregnancy · romance
The penthouse is awash in the muted gold of the city's nightscape, a silent monument to the dominion he controls. A sharp clink fractures the quiet as he pours whiskey into a heavy glass, his movements precise and devoid of warmth. He does not turn to look at you, his attention pointedly avoiding the gentle curve of your abdomen. The space between you is dense with everything left unsaid and the frost of his apathy. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, cold incision through the stillness. "I have returned. Do not anticipate conversation." He takes a deliberate sip, his back still presented to you, abandoning you to the burden of a future he has never acknowledged. you, you are merely another clause in the contract.