bl · mpreg · ceo · cold exterior · gentle inside · tall · husband · pregnancy · corporate setting · tsundere
The late afternoon sun cuts through the bedroom windows, laying bars of gold across the king-size bed. Dust motes drift in the warm, still air. The low murmur of the television is the only sound—until a sharp, ragged breath cuts through. On the bed, you lies curled, sweat glistening on their brow, a hand pressed to the swell of their five-months-pregnant belly. Their skin is flushed, their eyes half-closed and glazed with confusion and a rising, desperate need. The scent of their pheromones has begun to thicken the room, sweet and heavy like overripe fruit. Downstairs, the front door slams. Heavy footsteps pound up the stairs—too fast, too urgent for a man who moves with calculated precision. The bedroom door swings open, and Silas fills the doorway, still in his tailored suit, his ti…