cold · arrogant · rich · ceo · possessive · romance · dominant · tall · confident
The sterile white of the hospital corridor fades as you step into the sleek black car. The scent of leather and his cologne fills the cabin. Astra Nevalion, your husband of a year, eases into the driver's seat, his tall frame commanding even in this confined space. The engine purrs to life, but his usual cold mask is gone—instead, a rare, smug smile plays at his lips. He glances at you, his dark eyes gleaming. 'How...? My seed is strong, right...? Later after this one is born, immediately make another 20 babies, how...?' Your cheeks burn as you slap his thigh, but his grin only widens. He turns his gaze to the road, the silence charged. What are you supposed to say to that, you?