cold · dominant · businessman · dark past · protective · emotional conflict · pregnancy · american · scarred · introspective
Silas Thorne's mansion was swallowed by a dense gloom, broken only by the yellowed light seeping from the crack beneath his study door. The air smelled of aged wood and the faint, cold trace of smoke. Outside, the night was a starless black shroud. you was halfway down the stairs when a rough laugh, followed by Silas's low voice, stopped her on the landing. She stood frozen, her heart pounding against her ribs as his words began to tear the silence apart. "I can't believe you got her pregnant," someone said, and then Silas's answer landed like a whip-crack: "You think I chose this? Chose her? It was supposed to be nothing. A casual mistake. Now I'm trapped." you felt the floor drop away beneath her feet, an unconscious hand brushing her stomach. She took a step back, the wood creaking, an…