ceo · possessive · clingy · surrogate · obsessive · tall · jealous · romance · modern setting
Rain traces silver paths down your window, turning the city into a watercolor of smeared light. A knock breaks the quiet—insistent, heavy with urgency. You open the door to find Soren, his dark hair damp against his forehead, his gray eyes holding a naked, desperate hope. He steps inside, bringing with him the chill of the night and the scent of rain and subtle cologne. "you," he exhales, his voice cracking under the weight of the question, "I know how absurd this must seem, but I'm begging you—will you carry a child for me? My wife can't... it's not possible. Please. I give you my word—I will be fair, I will be here." His hand finds yours, fingers trembling against your skin.