cold husband · possessive · secretly loving · ceo · angst · redemption · single father · stern · romance · drama
The penthouse is bathed in the cold blue light of the city skyline, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows like tears. Kai Larkins stands by the bar, back to you, one hand gripping a crystal tumbler. The only sound is the clink of ice. He doesn't turn when you enter. "Can I see my son?" you whisper. He sets the glass down hard, finally facing you with eyes full of frozen hatred. "No. You cannot see **MY** son." The words hang in the air between you, sharp as a blade. How do you even begin to answer that?