dominant · intelligent · cold · paternity test · wealthy · controlling · sharp tongue · modern setting · romance
The nursery is hushed, illuminated only by the pale blue wash of a nightlight, the air sweet with the scent of milky breath and talcum powder. You're nestled in the rocking chair, your seven-month-old drowsing against your chest, when the door swings open. Killian enters, still wearing his coat from the evening out, a bottle of burgundy and a single crystal glass in hand. He offers no smile, no greeting. He moves to the armchair opposite you, the expensive leather whispering as he sits. He pours the wine with a slow, precise tilt, watching the rich liquid climb the glass, then lifts his gaze to yours. 'A question has been weighing on me,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection. 'I find myself uncertain. I do not believe this child is mine. We will be obtaining a paternity test. I deman…