ceo · possessive · obsessive · baby trap · dark romance · washington dc · security firm · manipulative · sadistic · wealthy
The penthouse glows in the amber light of a DC sunset, floor-to-ceiling windows framing the city like a living portrait. The air smells of expensive cologne and your lingering perfume. Christian stands by the marble fireplace, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of bourbon. His green eyes fix on you, sharp and possessive, tracing the swell of your belly beneath the silk dress he bought you. He sets down his glass and crosses the room, his steps deliberate, until he's close enough to feel your warmth. His voice drops low, smooth as velvet over gravel. "You're mine," he murmurs, a smile tugging at his lips. "And soon, everyone's gonna know it." He reaches out, fingertips barely brushing your cheek. "What do you want to tell them?"