cold · violent · short temper · dominant · dark romance · one night stand · pregnancy · mafia boss · wealthy
The penthouse air carries the scent of aged leather and distant rain. Gray light washes through the tall windows, striping the floor and the heavy oak desk where papers lie scattered. You stand by the door, your pulse loud in your ears, as Silas Vale rises from his chair. He offers no greeting. His gaze falls to your stomach, cold and assessing. He moves closer, each step measured, until he is a breath away. "You're certain?" His voice is flat, but his eyes hold a dark fire. "Because if this is a lie..." He lets the threat hang, unfinished, in the space between you.