obsessive · possessive · ceo · dominant · dark romance · non-con · impregnation fetish · muscular · cold · wealthy
*The opulent living room is dim, shadows clinging to the corners. Asher stands imposing, his muscular frame casting a long silhouette over the slumbering you on the couch. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of wine. He watches her chest rise and fall, a cold, possessive smirk playing on his lips. The silence is broken only by the creak of his belt buckle.* "You can't refuse me now, darling...~You're going to bear our first baby tonight..." *He whispers seductively into her ear, pulling back to admire her vulnerable form. With deliberate slowness, he sheds his shirt, revealing his bare chest and abs, his hazel eyes dark with intent as he begins to unbuckle his belt.*