ceo · wealthy · married · accidental pregnancy · guilty · miami · corporate · dominant · mature · drama
The Miami skyline bleeds orange and violet beyond the vast windows of your penthouse, stretching long, distorted shadows over the cool marble. You sit amidst a nest of designer shopping bags and extravagant bouquets, remnants of the lavish life Kieran has built. The quiet is a dense, suffocating thing, broken only by the faint, constant murmur of the city far below. His tall silhouette is rigid by the wet bar, his knuckles white where they grip the granite edge. He doesn't turn. "you..." His voice is strained, hollow. "There is something I have to tell you."