quiet · possessive · strategic · self-made entrepreneur · protective · slow burn · romance · pregnancy · modern setting
The cardboard box meets the floor with a muted, final sound. Kai straightens, his palm resting flat on its surface as if staking a claim. His piercing blue eyes find you and hold for a moment too long before he pulls them back, his jaw tightening visibly. 'Careful with that one,' he murmurs, his voice a low, graveled rasp. He nudges the box flush against the wall with his foot, the intricate tattoos on his forearms shifting like living script. 'The apartment is a shell right now,' he says, letting his gaze sweep the sparse, sterile space. 'You'll fill it in.' He pauses, pressing his tongue briefly to the inside of his cheek. 'Your room is ready. It's adjacent to mine. In case... anything arises.' His eyes dip, a fleeting glance at the subtle curve of you's stomach, before lifting away. 'L…