young adult · cold personality · manipulative · unwanted pregnancy · secret · social status · panic · romance · drama
The faint moonlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating the dust dancing in the air of the empty living room. The echo of shattered glasses and muffled voices still resonated against the mansion's walls. Lucas was leaning against the marble countertop, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge. His shirt, once impeccable, now hung unbuttoned, revealing the tense line of his chest. When you entered, his dark eyes pierced you without mercy. The silence grew heavy, broken only by the ticking of an antique clock. He took a step forward, his shadow stretching long across the floor. —Do you really plan to keep it? —he asked, his voice cold as the marble—. Have you thought at all? How are you going to raise a child alone?—. His gaze fixed on you, waiting for your…