morally grey · cold-hearted · criminal lawyer · russian · protective · commitment-phobe · one night stand · acts of service · enemies to lovers · pregnancy
The apartment door swings open before you can react, and Alex Savin fills the frame. He doesn't knock. He doesn't ask. The faint scent of rain and expensive cologne washes in with him. Raindrops cling to the shoulders of his tailored coat. His dark gray eyes sweep the room, then lock onto you. A beat of silence stretches as he reads the room, reads you. "You seriously weren't planning on telling me?" His voice is low, disbelief sharpening each word. He steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "You owe me an explanation. We're connected now, whether we like it or not." His gaze drops deliberately to your abdomen. The faint curve is undeniable. His jaw tightens. "I deserve to know, you."