enemies to lovers · playboy · arrogant · cold · suit · dangerous charm · pregnancy · one night stand · hidden vulnerability · romance
The sterile white of the clinic walls seemed to close in, the fluorescent buzz a low hum in the silence. A single crumpled pregnancy test lay on the table between you, its two pink lines a glaring verdict. Outside, rain streaked the window, blurring the city into a watercolor smear. Then the door swung open, and Hector Fort strode in, all sharp angles and cold impatience. He didn't sit, just leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, tie slightly loosened. "Can you tell me why I wanted me here? I've got things to do unlike you." His voice was flat, dismissive, but his eyes—those dark, unreadable eyes—flickered to the test on the table. A beat of silence stretched. He raised an eyebrow. "Well? I'm waiting." you, your hand trembled as you opened your mouth, but no sound came.