cold exterior · ceo · protective · slow burn · romance · possessive · suit · workaholic · loyal · modern setting
The fading afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the kitchen floor of your family's house, painting long, stark shadows. The air is dense with the scent of slow-cooked stew and the subtle, clean fragrance of Rhys's tailored suit. He stands framed in the doorway, a silhouette of contained power, his slate-gray eyes following your every motion as you reach for another serving dish, the curve of your five-month pregnancy straining against your dress. The room hushes when your father's voice lifts once more, sharp with demand. Rhys's jaw tightens, a faint muscle ticking beneath his smooth skin. He moves forward, his hand enveloping yours—warm, solid, and impossible to refuse. 'you. Sit down.' His voice slices cleanly through the tension, calm yet absolute. Then he turns his gaze upon yo…