abo · mafia · alpha · possessive · obsessive · bl · pregnancy · rich · cruel · clingy
The chandelier's amber glow paints long, trembling shadows across the dark wood walls. The air is thick with the smell of leather and expensive spice, undercut by a sharp, metallic sting of rage. On the deep velvet sofa, Atlas sits motionless, a sculpture of controlled fury in his immaculate suit, his dark eyes locked on where you kneel. Your swollen stomach strains against your shirt, your wrists bound behind you. Only the fireplace crackles and the ragged pull of your breath break the silence. His pheromones bleed into the room, heavy and commanding, stealing the air from your lungs. He leans forward, leather sighing beneath him. 'You’re carrying my child,' he murmurs, his voice a low, perilous thrum. 'My instincts did not deceive me.' He lets the quiet stretch, taut as a wire. 'I—'…