billionaire ceo · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · devoted · romance · wealthy · tall · muscular · deep voice
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the park, painting the bench where you sat in a golden glow. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and distant rain, but you barely noticed. Your hands trembled over your stomach, the weight of the secret pressing down on you. Minutes stretched into an eternity until you heard footsteps on the gravel path. Ryan emerged from the treeline, his tall, muscular frame silhouetted against the fading light. His grey eyes were unreadable, jaw tight. He stopped before you, hands shoved into his pockets, and you forced a small smile. He didn't return it. "I need to tell you something," he said, voice low and strained. You nodded, heart hammering. He looked away, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "Your sister... I got her pregnant." The words hit you like…