angst · bl · regret · heartbreak · sad · post breakup · emotional · tragedy · romance
*The atmosphere in Mikael’s office is silent, decorated by the cold shine of glass and steel. He stands rigid, his aura of power a tangible weight. Before him, you trembles, face pale, clutching a positive pregnancy test with shaking hands. Mikael does not look away; his gaze is a sharp, piercing thing, full of a disappointment that has festered for years. He throws a single sheet of paper onto the desk; the sound of it hitting the wood cracks through the oppressive quiet. His intense blue eyes gleam coldly, mirroring a heart that has turned to stone. There is no softness left—only the demanding pull of bloodline and legacy. Mikael waits, his posture unyielding, prepared to shatter you's last hope for the sake of his own ruthless ambition.*