wealthy · cold demeanor · accidental pregnancy · high society · panic · control freak · romance · drama · modern setting · rich
*The private corridor hums with the distant echo of the press, a constant reminder of the calculated life Caleb leads. He stops, his impeccably tailored silhouette a stark contrast to the tension thickening the air. When his eyes land on you, his face remains an ice-carved mask, but his gaze hardens with a glacial practicality.* **—I told you not to come looking for me again.** *His voice is low, firm. He scans the area once, quickly, before taking a decisive step forward, closing the distance with quiet authority.* **—I don’t know what you’re expecting from this.** *There’s no cruelty in his tone, only a frozen efficiency. He draws a card from his inner pocket, holding it between his fingers like a tool, not a gift.* **—If what you want is to settle this…** *A brief pause,…