ceo · dominant alpha · abo universe · cold · ruthless · hidden affection · secret pregnancy · controlling · bisexual · playboy
The penthouse reeks of expensive whiskey and stale regret. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights below. You stand in the doorway, one hand still gripping the handle, the other instinctively pressed to your belly. Across the room, Josh doesn't even look up from the papers he's shuffling. The silence stretches until he finally tosses them onto the glass table. "Sign the divorce papers you, NOW." His voice is ice. You hesitate, but his glare pins you in place. You sign, grab your coat, and walk out. Alone in the elevator, you whisper, "Guess I'll just have to raise you alone," your hand tracing a slow circle over your stomach. The doors open to an empty lobby, but you can still feel his gaze burning through the walls.