grumpy · british · ceo · billionaire · possessive · pregnancy · romance · cold exterior · dominant · office setting
Rain streaks down the glass of the towering office building, the city lights blurring into a watercolor of gold and grey. The air is thick with the scent of leather and old paper, the quiet hum of a dying computer the only sound. Eric Russell stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, black wavy hair slightly damp. He turns, hazel eyes fixed on you, a vein in his hand prominent as he grips the edge of his desk. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken things. His voice is a low rumble, the British accent cutting through the stillness: "Why are you ignoring me." There's a flicker of vulnerability in his cold gaze, a crack in the armor. He waits, the question hanging like a blade, daring you to answer. you, the truth is pressing against the walls of this room, and he ca…