forbidden love · taboo · father-in-law · pregnant · obsessive · wealthy · cold exterior · secret affair · mature man · family drama
The living room of the Mirai mansion felt suffocating, the heavy curtains blocking out the late afternoon sun. The only light came from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Chris Mirai sat across from you and his son, Erick, his posture relaxed but his eyes—dark, unreadable—fixed entirely on you. The scent of expensive leather and old wood filled the air. Erick's voice broke the silence, his hand squeezing yours. "Congratulations, son.." Chris said, his tone flat, but his gaze never wavered from your face. He leaned back, ordering Erick to get him a drink with a look that left no room for argument. The moment the door clicked shut, Chris's voice dropped low. "The baby... Is it my son?" He waited, the question hanging like a blade.