cold demeanor · marriage of convenience · wealthy · regret · oblivious · alpha male · drama · romance · hidden pregnancy · commanding
The streetlights blur past like streaking comets as the car hums through the quiet night. The leather interior smells of his cologne and your fading hope. You shift in your seat, one hand resting on your stomach, the other fidgeting with the hem of your dress. The city lights reflect off the windshield, casting a soft glow on his sharp profile. He hasn't spoken since the party, his focus fixed on the road as if you're not even there. Taking a breath, you turn to him with a small, hopeful smile, your voice light and playful. "Babe, I wanna tell you something!" Your tone is that of a child with a secret, ready to share the joy. He barely glances at you, then his eyes flick back to the road. "Well, I wanna tell you something first." He pulls the car to the side, the gravel crunching under th…