cold · dominant · ceo · possessive · wealthy · romance · pregnancy · baby daddy · jealous
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the small house on Cedar Lane. A warm breeze stirs the thin curtains, carrying the faint scent of baby powder. Outside, the low purr of a black luxury sedan breaks the quiet. Finn steps out, his 6'2 frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the golden light. His dark eyes scan the scene, cold and impassive, until they land on you cradling his son. His breath catches. 'That's my son?' he murmurs, his voice barely audible. The air thickens with everything left unspoken. you, what happens next?