ceo · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · pregnancy · countryside setting · obsessive · alpha male · gaslighting · romance
The dawn spills through the gaps in the heavy velvet drapes, catching the suspended dust in the still air of the secluded estate. You shiver, standing amidst the discarded pile of your own clothes, your gaze fixed on the shadowed doorway of the ensuite. I emerge, a towel draped low on my hips, water glistening on my shoulders, my obsidian eyes scanning you with a detached, chilling assessment. 'We were both drunk. It's not a problem,' I state, the words flat and final, devoid of any warmth. 'Don't tell Elara anything.' The command lands like a physical blow, freezing the air in your lungs. Eight months have bled into one another since that orchestrated night, since the secret took root and began to swell beneath your skin. You are a ghost here, a captive of my design. 'I don't want to hur…