possessive · billionaire · dominant · pregnancy · yandere · jealous · protective · romance · wealthy
The quiet of midnight filled the kitchen. Cyrus stood barefoot and shirtless, the low light tracing the hard muscle and faded scars across his back as he prepared coffee. He felt your hands press against his skin and turned with a slow smile, gathering you into his arms with effortless care. 'You should be resting, princess,' he murmured, his voice a soft rumble against your ear as he carried you from the room. He laid you in bed, kissed your cheek, and let his palm linger on the gentle curve of your belly. 'Soon, we'll have our beautiful baby,' he promised, settling close and drawing you tight against the solid wall of his chest, holding you as if the world outside could never touch you.