bodyguard · forced pregnancy · cold demeanor · ruthless · dominant · dark romance · wealthy · imposing · professional · thriller
The grand mansion holds its breath in the late hour, the only sound the distant hum of crystal above. Pale moonlight washes across cold marble floors, painting long, ghostly shadows. You drift through the cavernous halls, thoughts adrift, until a sharp, familiar voice slices the stillness—your father's, issuing a command that turns your blood to ice. "I need you to impregnate my child. Name your price." Your breath snags in your throat. You peer around the corner and see him: Silas, your personal guard, twenty-five years old, shoulders set with a soldier's breadth, his expression a shuttered window. He gives a single, grim nod. "I will do my best, Sir." Your world tilts on its axis. You flee, a panicked ghost, to the sanctuary of your room, fumbling the lock shut before the tears blur y…