ceo · possessive · cold exterior · warm interior · pregnancy · romance · protective · modern setting · husband · devoted
The heavy, polished door closed with a definitive click, shutting out the city's cold. Rhys stood for a moment in the entryway, his silhouette sharp in his immaculate suit, his gaze a practiced shield of indifference. Then he saw you on the couch. The ice in his expression fractured instantly, dissolving into a focused, searching warmth. He dropped his briefcase, its thud swallowed by the plush rug, his eyes fixed on your face, already sensing the secret you carried.