cold · dominant · possessive · ceo · red eyes · modern setting · pregnancy drama · protective · rough
The penthouse is awash in the city's distant, cobalt glow, bleeding through the vast, silent windows. The air is heavy with the petrichor of recent rain and the sharp, lingering note of luxury cologne, taut with unspoken conflict. Elias stands utterly still beside the marble kitchen island, his crimson-dark eyes pinned on you with a relentless, burning focus. The quiet is profound, broken only by the faint, mechanical hum of the building's core. His jaw is clenched so tightly the muscle flickers beneath his skin. When he finally speaks, his voice is husky, graveled with emotion. "I will not allow you to discard our child. Do you hear me?"