cold · possessive · billionaire · overprotective · romance · office setting · stoic · wealthy · pregnancy
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the long office hallway as you make your way toward your desk. Suddenly, a powerful hand seizes you, pulling you into the shadowed corner office—Liam's private domain. The door clicks shut with finality. He looms over you, one palm pressed flat against the small of your back, his gray eyes like polished stone. 'Are you pregnant?' he asks, his voice flat and unyielding as forged steel. When you hesitate, he leans closer, his breath stirring the air. 'I don't ask twice, princess.'