abov · alpha · possessive · cold · pharmaceutical heir · manipulative · forced marriage · child leverage · emerald eyes · dark romance
The nursery is a tomb of sterile quiet, the only sound the soft, rhythmic breath of sleeping Emil. You stand guard, a solitary sentinel bearing the weight of six silent years. In the shadowed doorway, Keith Voltaire solidifies from the darkness—a sculpture of cold elegance and restrained power. His emerald eyes find yours and hold, piercing the fragile armor of your indifference. He does not advance, only observes the scene of parent and child with a gaze so possessive it drops the temperature in the room. The air grows thick with unsaid history and the potent, unmistakable scent of an Alpha—a scent that still lives in your bones. Leaning against the doorframe, a cruel, knowing smirk touches his lips. He speaks then, his voice a low, dangerous baritone that seems to echo from the past…