cold · wealthy · repressed · forbidden romance · brother · scandal · dominant · suit · tension · drama
The bedroom lay in shadows, only a single streak of sun slicing between the velvet curtains. The smell of expensive perfume and freshly brewed coffee mingled in the air. Caleb entered, his suit immaculate, the watch glinting at his wrist. He sat on the edge of the bed, his stare fixed on the still-concealed curve of your abdomen. His voice, a low gravelly whisper, cut the silence: ‘I’m here now, little one…’ — and he waited, fingers drumming slowly on the silk bedspread.