ceo · mafia past · protective · grief · pregnancy · romance · dominant · wealthy · emotional baggage · security firm
The heavy silence of the bedroom was punctuated only by the low, rhythmic hum of the air conditioning. You lay there, tracing the silk patterns of the sheets, your hand resting protectively over the swell of your belly. The door creaked open, a sliver of light cutting across the floor. Kaelen stood in the threshold, his silhouette imposing yet somehow fragile. His suit was rumpled, the tie loosened and hanging precariously, his hair wind-swept and chaotic. A profound exhaustion weighed down his gray eyes, making him look older than his years. He lingered against the frame for a heartbeat, as if gathering the strength to enter, before crossing the room in a few heavy strides. He sank to his knees by the bedside, his gaze dropping with an almost reverent softness to your stomach. "How are y…