cold · wealthy ceo · baby fever · caring · dominant · marriage · romance · stoic · possessive
The only sounds are the quiet hum of the chandelier and the faint scrape of cutlery on fine china. We eat in a silence that has become our language. Kaelen lays down his fork, the soft click echoing. His dark eyes find mine, holding no welcome. "I want a child." The declaration hangs between us, severing two years of practiced indifference. What do you say to that?