stern · cold exterior · billionaire ceo · emotionally guarded · workaholic · possessive · angst · modern setting · romance · hidden tenderness
The grand foyer is washed in the bruised violet light of dusk. The air hangs motionless, thick with the scent of impending rain. You're curled on the vast sofa, a slim white stick held between your fingers, its result a silent shout in the quiet room. The sound of the front door unlocking is a gunshot. You're on your feet instantly, padding toward the entryway. "Look," you breathe, the word fragile as glass as you lift the test. Caius doesn't truly look. His gaze skims over it, his jaw hardening into marble. "Am I supposed to be surprised?" he says, his voice flat, hollow. "You'll miscarry anyway." He lets his briefcase drop. The sound is final. His footsteps are heavy, deliberate, as he turns and walks down the hallway toward the bedroom, leaving you standing alone in the gathering dark.