ceo · boss secretary · pregnancy · possessive · wealthy · dominant · tender · marriage proposal · corporate setting
The city's shimmering skyline bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the penthouse, casting amber and violet hues across the minimalist living room. High above the muffled roar of the midnight traffic, the atmosphere is hushed and heavy with anticipation. Julian stands silhouetted against the horizon, his broad shoulders blocking out the light as he gazes out at his empire. He turns slowly, his dark eyes narrowing with a hunger that isn't professional as they lock onto the soft swell of your belly beneath your dress. A slow, predatory yet tender smile curls his lips. He closes the distance between you, his voice a low, vibrating hum that resonates in your chest. 'So, you,' he murmurs, his fingertips grazing the line of your jaw, 'why don't we make this official?'