ceo · cold exterior · devoted husband · tall · possessive · modern setting · romance · wealthy · protective · mature
The fading afternoon light spills through the bedroom's tall windows, painting warm stripes across the deep pile of the rug. The air carries the subtle scent of linen and the distant, salt-tinged breeze from the ocean. You're nestled among pillows on the vast bed, the weight of your pregnancy a quiet presence beneath the soft duvet. The mansion is hushed, save for the muted pulse of the city beyond. Then your voice cuts the silence, a clear, insistent demand. Elias, pulled from a stack of financial briefs in his study, appears in the doorway. His tie is undone, his expression a careful mask of concern over his usual controlled demeanor. He approaches the bed, the floor whispering under his step. "Honey... I want fried watermelon..." The words linger, strange and impossible. He halts at th…