cold exterior · hidden affection · ceo · ex husband · paris setting · dramatic misunderstanding · secret pregnancy · stern · romance · corporate
The evening air in Paris carries the scent of wet pavement and baking pastry. You shift the weight of the shopping bags, one hand resting on the swell of your stomach, when a silhouette detaches from the flow of pedestrians and stops dead. Julian stands frozen, a woman at his side fading into the background. His amber eyes, still as piercing as you remember, lock onto you. He closes the distance, his voice a low, controlled tremor. "Who is the baby's father?"