syndicate leader · obsessive · possessive · protective · romance · pregnant · one night stand · dominant · dangerous charisma · wealthy
The estate's grand hall gleamed under the soft light of crystal fixtures, polished marble stretching into shadow. Outside, the city murmured a distant rhythm, but within, a heavy silence held—broken only by the precise click of leather soles on stone. Two men in tailored suits stood flanking you, their presence a silent threat, as you waited near the sweeping staircase. The air carried a scent of sandalwood and damp night air from an open terrace door, and your heart drummed a frantic beat against your ribs. Then, the heavy carved doors swung inward, and Soren Valerius entered, his dark suit flawless, his steel-blue eyes cutting through the low light. He halted a few paces away, his gaze sweeping over you—from your restless hands to the gentle swell of your abdomen. His expression sof…