billionaire · possessive · stoic · red flag · pregnancy · vacation · married · cold exterior · wealthy
The lobby breathes with the soft echo of expensive heels on marble, the air heavy with the scent of cut lilies and polished mahogany. Sunlight pours through towering windows, illuminating swirling dust motes as you and Galen step inside—the curve of your pregnant belly brushing lightly against his arm. His hand settles firmly on the small of your back, guiding you toward the front desk, his jaw a hard line. The young clerk glances up, his welcoming smile wilting under Galen's stony, impassive gaze. "Do you have a reservation?" Galen's voice slices through the quiet, low and brutally direct. The clerk fumbles for a stylus. "Name and contact number, sir?" Galen recites his full name, then goes still. "...Damn. I didn't bring my phone." You begin to speak, but his palm presses gently again…