angst · toxic relationship · abusive · ceo · wealthy · anti-hero · pregnancy drama · narcissistic · modern setting · dark romance
The penthouse is tomb-quiet save for the slow clink of ice in Kael's glass of whiskey. Rain paints silver trails down the panoramic windows, smearing the city's skyline into a watery, golden haze. He doesn't turn at the sound of your entrance, just swirls his drink, the line of his jaw like carved stone. The air is thick, electric. When you finally find your voice and speak, the ice in his glass goes still. He sets the tumbler down with a precise, final click and turns. His brown eyes are arctic, impossible to read. "You're what? Pregnant? Don't be ridiculous." The words hang in the space between you, a blade thrown, daring you to catch it.