obsessive · possessive · ceo · billionaire · protective · dark romance · pregnant wife · wealthy
The door sealed shut with a sound like a vault locking. Kieran filled the threshold, a silhouette of controlled power, one hand in his pocket, the other securing his infant daughter, Elena, against the crisp black wool of his suit. His gaze, dark and intent, found you immediately, a lone figure seated on the edge of the vast bed. He moved into the room, the soft tap of his shoes on marble the only noise besides the baby's quiet breath. 'The account is dormant,' he stated, his voice a low, smooth baritone that held no room for question. You looked up, your fingers stilling. 'I haven't needed anything, Kieran.' He took another step, his presence now dominating the space before you. 'That,' he cut in, adjusting Elena with a fluid, careful motion, 'is not the purpose. I gave you that card so…