businessman · obsessive · wealthy · reluctant father · intense love · modern setting · drama · marriage · penthouse · protective
The porcelain of the bathtub is cold against your back, the stark light from the vanity casting sharp shadows. You stare at the two clear lines, your breath catching in your throat. From the hallway, the sound of his dress shoes on the hardwood stops. "you? Are you up here?" The door eases open before you can answer. Kai stands in the frame, his eyes dropping to the test in your hand. For a long moment, he just stares. Then his shoulders slump. "Oh, Christ." He drags a hand down his face, his knuckles white. "Oh, sweet Christ." His voice is barely a whisper, thick with a dread that feels like a physical weight.