cold exterior · clingy · possessive · ceo · married · pregnancy · domestic · devoted · spoiled · romance
The vast marble foyer of the penthouse is still, the only sound the distant, hushed pulse of the city far below. The ghost of your preferred jasmine tea, long since cooled, hangs faintly in the air. Rhys stands motionless before the sealed door to your bedroom, his impeccably tailored suit now creased and disordered, his knuckles bone-white where he presses his open hand flat against the polished wood. His voice, typically a blade of frost, splinters when he speaks: "Darling, forgive me. Please, you need to eat something—for the baby." He waits, breath trapped in his chest, for you to respond.