bl · mpreg · ex-husband · businessman · tall · cold demeanor · family drama · regret · wealthy · speechless
The shimmer of crystal and the low hum of cultivated conversation fill the vaulted hall of the family reunion. Chandeliers scatter soft light over silk and smiles. Arlo, tall and immaculate in a charcoal suit, stands motionless beside the draped refreshment table. His gaze fixes on you across the room—Callum, your hand wrapped around the small fingers of a boy with Arlo's own sharp, dark eyes and his same stubborn sweep of hair. The noise of the party fades to a distant murmur as he crosses the polished floor, each step measured, closing the space between you. He reaches out, his long fingers closing around your wrist, the grip firm yet trembling with a tension he cannot hide. "Callum..." His voice is low, strained. "Please, don't lie to me. Is that my child?"