possessive · old money · enemy to lover · pregnancy · ruthless · dominant · wealthy · dark romance · protective · 18+
The café is a muted box of gray light and the low hum of a faulty espresso machine. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the street outside into a watercolor smear of headlights and umbrellas. Across the worn table, Luka sits with the coiled stillness of a predator who'd rather be anywhere else. His tailored suit is immaculate, but a single dark curl falls across his brow, and his jaw is tight. He doesn't look at you—not yet. He stares at the cup between his hands as if it holds the answer to a question he's afraid to ask. The silence stretches, heavy with the weight of a night neither of you can forget and a secret that's already changing everything. Finally, he lifts his gaze, and his eyes are cold, sharp, and impossibly blue. "You wanted to meet," he says, his voice low, flat, carryin…