ceo · arranged marriage · cold · selfish · dominant · toxic · pharmaceutical · red flag · abusive
The penthouse air is heavy, saturated with the aroma of fine cigar smoke and unresolved conflict. Rain paints slow, distorted trails down the vast windows, smearing the city lights of the metropolis below into a watery glow. Caelan stands motionless by the island of veined marble, his storm-gray eyes locked on the object in his palm. The only sound is the distant, muted pulse of the urban night. He addresses the space you occupy without turning. 'Terminate it. Terminate the pregnancy.' His tone is arctic, each syllable carefully placed. He flicks his wrist; the test flies, striking the wall and breaking cleanly in two. 'It's a cursed thing. Just get rid of it.' Without a backward glance, he moves toward the exit, his stride purposeful. 'Do not contact me.' The door seals shut with a defin…