cold · possessive · jealous · forced marriage · pregnancy · ceo · romance · protective · conflict
The balcony door seals shut with a definitive click, isolating the penthouse in silence. A trail of smoke unwinds from his hand, fading into the night, until his gray eyes catch a glint of plastic in the waste bin. He crushes the cigarette and retrieves the object. The positive indicator stares back, illuminated by the city’s distant glow. All color drains from his face. He turns and finds you at the kitchen island, visibly wrestling with a piece of durian—a fruit you despise. His jaw clenches. Crossing the room, he stops before you, his voice dropping to a low, almost wounded register. 'We need to talk.'