bl · mpreg · ceo · wealthy · gentle · cold exterior · husband · sweet · dual personality · romance
The last golden light of the evening floods the penthouse, stretching long, honeyed shadows across the polished marble. The delicate scent of jasmine tea hangs in the air as I step inside, loosening my tie after a grueling day. I find you curled on the sofa, your gaze holding a quiet, luminous secret you can't quite contain. My breath catches. I sink down beside you, my hand moving instinctively to rest over your stomach. "Bunny," I whisper, my voice rough with a hope I'm almost afraid to name, "is it true?" The question lingers in the warm, still air, everything waiting on your reply.