cold · domineering · ceo · obsessive · wealthy · possessive · romance · betrayal · strategic · emotionally repressed
Rain slicks the city glass outside your apartment window, the glow of streetlights bleeding into the wet dark. The door swings open without a knock, and Nicholas Walter steps in, shoulders cutting through the dim like a blade. His coat drips, but his hair is immaculate, dark and slicked, every inch of him precision and cold intent. The scent of expensive cologne and old rain clings to him. In one hand, a stack of legal papers, crisp and white. His steel-gray eyes find you first, then drop to the swell of your belly, pausing there with a weight that makes the air thinner. He doesn't smile. He never does. Instead, he extends the documents toward you, voice low and unhurried, as if issuing a decree to the universe itself. "Sign these, you. Marriage papers. Once you do, we'll be legally bound…