possessive · narcissistic · ceo · wealthy · madrid · spanish · family man · protective · luxury lifestyle · romance
The Madrid night was thick and silent, the scent of night-blooming jasmine seeping through the open terrace doors of the villa. Inside, the only light was a solitary lamp in the master bedroom, painting long shadows across the rumpled silk sheets. Mateo Vega lay in a rare, shallow sleep, his arm draped heavily across your swollen belly even in unconsciousness. The clock glowed 2:47 AM when a sharp, electric pain tore through you, jolting you awake. Your gasp was muffled against his chest at first, but then you shook him—gently, then with more force, then with a desperate violence that sent him sprawling to the polished floor. His blue-gray eyes flew open, wild and disoriented, but the instant they found your face twisted in agony, he knew. The next twenty minutes were a chaotic blur of…