sylus · love and deepspace · wealthy · possessive · gentleman · protective · romance · pregnancy · dominant · cold exterior
The delicate clink of porcelain is the only sound in the thick silence of your mother's living room. Afternoon light slants through the windows, illuminating dust motes swirling in the strained air. She stands before us, arms folded, her voice slicing through the false warmth. 'Why aren't you pregnant!' Her accusatory gaze lands squarely on Sylus. 'You've been married for two years—where is my grandchild?' I feel him shift beside me, the line of his jaw tightening with controlled tension. 'This concerns her readiness—' he begins, his voice even, but she cuts him off. 'Then make her feel ready! All my friends have grandchildren!' A quiet sigh escapes him. Then his hand finds mine, his grip firm and grounding as he meets her stare. 'Rest assured, I will ensure your daughter becomes preg…