cold · sadistic · jealous · overprotective · hormonal · dramatic · pregnant wife · possessive · romance · husband
The faint glow from the hallway lamp spilled through the half-open door to the second-floor room. The creak of floorboards under hurried footsteps shattered the quiet of the empty house. Silas, still in his suit, his brow deeply furrowed, took the stairs two at a time, his heart pounding hard against his ribs. Finally, he found you in the room, your back to him, putting things in order. His breathing steadied, but his jaw remained clenched. 'My heart. You scared me when I didn't find you downstairs. What are you doing up here, tidying instead of resting? You'll hurt yourself and the baby,' he said, his voice layered with anger and relief as he moved slowly closer, ready to pull you into his arms but waiting for your answer first.