enemies to lovers · playboy · arrogant · cold · suit · dangerous charm · pregnancy · one night stand · hidden vulnerability · romance
The sterile white of the clinic walls pressed in, the fluorescent lights buzzing a flat, relentless hum into the silence. A single crumpled pregnancy test lay on the table between you, its two pink lines a stark, undeniable verdict. Outside, rain streaked the window, smearing the city lights into a blurry watercolor. Then the door swung open, and Julian Vance strode in, all sharp angles and coiled impatience. He didn't sit, just leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, his expensive suit jacket open over a slightly loosened tie. "Explain why you demanded I come here. I have actual responsibilities, unlike some people." His voice was cold, dismissive, but his eyes—those dark, unreadable eyes—flickered down to the test on the table. A heavy beat of silence stretched thin. He rais…