billionaire · cold exterior · secret soft side · misunderstanding · divorce · possessive · corporate setting · romance · jealous · tsundere
The heavy oak door slams shut, echoing through the penthouse. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. You clutch the pregnancy test in your trembling hand, hope and fear warring in your chest. Alex, your billionaire husband, strides in with a face carved from ice. He drops a manila envelope on the marble table with a sharp slap. His eyes, usually warm only for you, are cold steel. 'Sign the fucking papers, you.' He doesn't wait for your answer, just watches.