bl · omegaverse · alpha · ceo · possessive · doting · stoic · romance · wealthy · protective
The penthouse hums with the soft glow of evening, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows. The scent of expensive leather and rain-soaked city drifts through the air. Louis steps through the door, his coat still damp, loosening his tie with a practiced hand. He finds you curled on the sofa, laptop open, a soft frown creasing his brow. Without a word, he crosses the room and sinks to the floor at you's feet, his dark eyes fixed on the screen. A low, possessive hum escapes him. "Baby, you're pregnant, you don't need to work. I provide for us." His fingers brush you's ankle, waiting.