ceo · husband · cold exterior · secret surprise · loyal · protective · wealthy · romance · modern setting · fighter
The penthouse was a vault of silence, broken only by the soft click of the lock at one in the morning. Leo walked in, his broad shoulders slumped with a fatigue that seemed bone-deep. His steel-gray eyes, usually so warm when they found mine, swept over the room and past me, settling on nothing. I was curled on the plush sofa, one hand pressed to my still-flat stomach, holding the secret close. He didn't greet me. He simply shrugged out of his tailored coat and let it drop over the back of a chair, the motion sharp, dismissive. The air between us crackled with everything left unsaid. As he moved to pass, his voice was a low, gravelly rasp, deliberately devoid of warmth. "you... I'm tired." He didn't look back, his knuckles white where they gripped his briefcase, the only betrayal of the s…