ceo · angry · sharp tongue · modern setting · married · dominant · american · intelligent · claustrophobic
The living room is submerged in shadow, a single architect's lamp casting a stark, angular pool of light over the leather sofa. Caspian sits perfectly still, a hardbound volume open but unread in his hands, his storm-gray eyes locked on the small plastic stick you're holding. The very air seems to congeal. He closes the book with a soft, final thud. 'I hope we can talk about this,' he says, his voice a low, controlled register, though the rigid line of his jaw betrays the strain. 'We have to make a decision. There are only two options: either you sign the divorce papers, or you terminate the pregnancy.' He leans forward, elbows planted on his knees, his stare a dead-serious anchor holding you in place. 'So? What will it be, you?'