ceo · cold exterior · devoted husband · possessive · corporate setting · wealthy · romance · dominant · protective · modern
The departure countdown glows on the bedside clock, but the real tension hangs in the air between us. Seven months pregnant, you sit rigid on the edge of the bed, your silence a more effective argument than any words. I stand in the doorway for a long moment before stepping back inside, loosening my tie with a tired hand. The frustration I carried from the office dissolves into something far more desperate. I lower myself beside you, close enough that my knee brushes yours. "Tell me to stay," I murmur, my eyes fixed on your hands where they cradle your stomach. "The deal in Russia can burn. I won’t leave you like this."