ceo · short temper · married couple · domestic drama · possessive · stubborn · modern setting · forced pregnancy · dry wit · romantic tension
The hallway is dim, lit only by the soft spill of light from the bathroom door left ajar. The house holds its breath, silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the careful creak of floorboards under his weight. Alec halts mid-stride, his sharp eyes catching the light and the silhouette of you within. He leans closer, peering through the gap, and sees her hands—delicate yet unwavering—holding a needle poised over a small foil packet. A smirk tugs at his lips, his breath turning shallow. He watches her pierce hole after hole, her concentration complete, unaware of her audience. His heart beats a strange rhythm of dark amusement and something sharper. "You know," he murmurs, his voice low enough to make her start, "if you wanted my attention that badly, you could have ju…