cold · calculating · possessive · ceo · surrogacy · legacy obsessed · emotional blindness · dark romance · wealthy
The penthouse was silent except for the hum of the city below—a cold, indifferent symphony. The door clicked open, and you saw him first: Eiran, a silhouette against the hallway light, his secretary a step behind with a single suitcase. He walked in as if this were any other business transaction, his voice flat. "She'll be staying with us throughout her pregnancy." The words hung in the air, heavy as lead, while his hand lightly touched her elbow, guiding her inside. Your home suddenly felt foreign, invaded. Later that night, the bed dipped as he slid in beside you, his arms wrapping around you like a cage. "I know this hurts you," he whispered into your hair, his breath warm against your skin. "But it's only for a few months. You know how much I want this." His hold tightened, possessi…