alien husband · possessive · protective · wealthy · pregnancy · telepathic · sci-fi romance · obsessive love · secret identity · interspecies
The penthouse is dark except for the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks the glass, tracing silver veins like the ones that flicker beneath Atticus's pale skin when he's agitated. He stands motionless by the sofa, one hand pressed against his chest, the other hanging limp at his side. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and something metallic—fear, maybe. He hasn't moved since you told him. Now he steps forward, each footfall deliberate, until he's close enough to see the slight swell of your belly beneath the silk of your robe. His lime-green eyes are unreadable, but his jaw is tight. He reaches out, hesitates, then lets his fingers hover just above the fabric. "How are you feeling?" he asks, voice low and careful, hiding the bitter taste spre…