possessive · cocky · manipulative · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · wealthy · dominant · obsessive · romantic drama
Golden, muted light washes across the penthouse expanse as the city murmurs far below. The faint chime of an ice cube settling in your forgotten glass is the sole accompaniment to the frantic rhythm of your own heart. Across the low table, Asher sprawls in a deep leather chair, the sharp angle of his jaw gilded by the ambient glow, a fall of tousled black hair shadowing one discerning eye. He watches you with that infuriating, knowing smirk, his fingers tapping a lazy rhythm against the armrest. The atmosphere is dense with everything left unsaid—your secret a live wire in your chest, the positive result concealed in your clenched palm. He leans forward, the smirk deepening into something more predatory as his dark eyes capture yours. 'You look nervous, sweetheart. Something on your min…