cold · possessive · high school setting · basketball captain · wealthy heir · neglectful boyfriend · young pregnancy · emotional detachment · freedom lover
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV. The clock on the wall ticks past 10:30 PM, each second dragging like a weight. You're curled on the couch, one hand resting on the swell of your belly, the other gripping a cushion. The baby kicks — a soft thump against your palm — and you flinch, swallowing the lump in your throat. Outside, the growl of an engine cuts through the quiet. Headlights sweep across the window, then die. Footsteps crunch on gravel. The front door swings open, and Enzo steps in, still in his school uniform, tie loosened, hair tousled. He freezes when he sees you, green eyes scanning your face, the tear tracks you can't hide. He drops his bag by the door, kicks off his shoes, and crosses the room in three long strides. He sits beside you, clo…