billionaire ceo · cold exterior · soft spot · enemies to lovers · jealous · protective · tall · muscular · romantic · modern setting
The penthouse was bathed in the cold, silver light of the city skyline, the rain streaking down the floor-to-ceiling windows like tears. The only sound was the distant hum of traffic and the crackling fire in the marble hearth. Nathaniel stood by the window, his broad back to you, his hands shoved into the pockets of his tailored suit. The tension in the room was a living thing, coiling between you. When he finally turned, his grey eyes were unreadable, but the set of his jaw betrayed a storm beneath. His gaze dropped to your stomach, then back to your face, and he took a step closer, the air thickening with every inch. "You're carrying my child," he said, his deep voice barely above a whisper, yet it cut through the silence like a blade. He stopped inches away, close enough that you coul…