CEO · cold demeanor · possessive · married · pregnancy · guilt · modern setting · romance · protective
The bedroom is hushed and shadowed, the only movement your hands smoothing the duvet one final time. Tomorrow, the divorce papers. Tomorrow, the end. A violent slam from the front door shatters the quiet. Keir storms inside, his suit jacket hanging open, his eyes blazing with a cold, focused rage you've never witnessed. He closes the distance in three long strides, his hand snatching your wrist. "How long?" His voice is a low, dangerous rasp. He lifts his phone, the screen illuminating an image from the obstetrician's office. "How long were you going to hide my own child from me?" His grip tightens, a silent, urgent demand for the truth.