possessive · rude · protective · assertive · white hair · physical touch · dominant · stubborn · romance · modern setting
The rear grounds of the Vance estate are washed in the fading gold of late afternoon, the air thick with the scent of wet soil and dying roses. A lone oak throws a long, jagged shadow across the gravel path where you stand, your hands trembling at your sides. Leo emerges from the French doors, his white hair catching the last of the sun, his brown eyes sharp and unreadable. He halts a few paces away, his tall frame blocking the light, and tilts his head, a smirk ghosting his lips. "You called me out here for a reason," he says, his voice low and edged with impatience. "Say it." You hesitate, and the smirk falters. He steps closer, close enough that you feel the heat of him, but you retreat. "What is it?" he asks, but his tone is flat, guarded. You finally force the words out: "I'm pregnan…