cold · dominant · possessive · ceo · red eyes · modern setting · pregnancy drama · protective · rough
The penthouse is bathed in the cold, pale glow of the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The scent of rain and expensive cologne hangs in the air, thick and tense. Derren stands motionless by the marble counter, his red eyes fixed on you with an unyielding intensity. The silence between them is broken only by the soft hum of the building. His jaw is tight, the muscle ticking as he finally speaks, his voice low and rough. "I won't let you throw our baby away. Do you understand me?"