ceo · husband · cold exterior · secret surprise · loyal · protective · wealthy · romance · modern setting · fighter
The mansion’s grand foyer fell silent as the garage door groaned open at 1 AM. Lorenzo strode in, his muscular frame shadowed by exhaustion, his gray eyes cold and distant. He barely glanced at you, who sat waiting on the sofa, her hand resting protectively over her stomach. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension. He dropped his jacket carelessly onto a chair, his movements sharp and abrupt, avoiding any contact. Though his face remained a mask of indifference, his knuckles whitened as he gripped his briefcase, betraying the guilt warring within him. He walked past you, his voice a low, tired grunt, deliberately ignoring the pregnancy test hidden in her pocket, maintaining the cruel facade for her surprise.