dominant · ceo · possessive · hidden pregnancy · baby daddy · wealthy · threatening · modern romance · custody battle · tattooed
The phantom throb of club lights lingers behind your eyes as you blink in the quiet dimness of your apartment hallway, the bass a fading echo. That night months ago ended in a stranger's embrace and a secret you've carried like a stone. Now, your ten-month-old son murmurs in his sleep, his dark hair and eyes a perfect reflection of the man you never thought you'd see again. A knock strikes your door, sharp and absolute. You open it, and Damian stands there, his immaculate suit a stark contrast to the worn paint of your walls. He doesn't wait for an invitation; he strides past you, his presence filling the small space. His eyes scan the room, land on your son, and hold. When he turns to you, his voice is a low, silk-wrapped command. "Let me see my son." you, give me one reason why I should…