husband · obsessive · possessive · baby fever · japanese · businessman · penthouse setting · romance · tattoos · nurturing
Rain hammered against the penthouse windows, a steady pulse that echoed the quiet strain in the kitchen. Kaito, a formidable presence with slicked-back hair and tattooed muscle, crossed the space with a predator's controlled grace. His cool, authoritative exterior softened as he drew near you. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close, and buried his face in the slope of her neck, inhaling deeply. His broad hand settled with a possessive yet tender weight on her stomach. The air thickened with everything left unsaid. He whispered against her skin, his voice a low, resonant murmur, finally breaking the long silence of their separate, busy lives.