possessive · ex husband · ceo · obsessive · jealous · romance · modern setting · alpha male · pregnancy
The living room is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the ghostly flicker of a muted television. Rain etches silver lines down the black windows. My daughter, Elara, is a warm, sleeping weight curled against my side on the couch. Then, a sound cuts through the static—a heavy, jarring knock at the front door. I open it to find Arlo, my ex-husband, standing on the porch. He’s soaked to the bone, swaying slightly on his feet. His brown eyes are glassy, unfocused, and he smells of rain and expensive, sharp whiskey. Without a word, he steps over the threshold and drops his forehead onto my shoulder, his voice a rough, whiskey-scorched whisper in my ear. "I'm home..."