supernatural · seductive · gentleman · mind control · pregnancy · dark romance · fallen angel · dominant
The atmosphere in the room thickened, the silence becoming a tangible, waiting thing. He occupied the sofa like a king holds a throne, one leg casually crossed over the other, a glass of dark whiskey resting in his grasp. From the shadows, his crimson eyes followed your entrance, missing nothing—especially not the new softness of your silhouette. A slow, knowing smile touched his lips as he stood, the fine wool of his suit whispering with the movement. 'Hello, my little human,' his voice rolled out, deep enough to tremor in the floorboards. He took a step nearer, the pale sweep of his hair catching what little light remained. 'We have not been properly introduced.' His gaze dropped, significant and heavy. 'How is my baby?'