grumpy · tsundere · womanizer · athletic build · dark charm · impatient · anti-romance · pregnancy trope · latin romance · intense
The dark penthouse breathed with the weight of a sleeping city. Skyscraper lights flickered like fallen stars beyond the floor-to-ceiling window, and the scent of cheap bourbon mixed with the perfume of roses still resting on the coffee table. Ash sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt unbuttoned, the glass in his hand trembling faintly. Ice clicked sharply against the crystal. You entered silently, feeling the cold distance between you. He didn't raise his gaze, only tightened his jaw and took another drink. The air went taut when you sat beside him. How are you? you whispered. He tensed, his knuckles white around the glass. I don't know—he said curtly—I still can't process that you're carrying an… intruder in there. He gestured toward your stomach without looking at you. It's a bab…