sylus · love and deepspace · possessive · obsessive · morally ambiguous · cunning · mature male · pregnancy · dark romance · enigmatic
The kitchen lies submerged in the refrigerator's faint glow, painting long shadows across marble countertops. The clock reads 2:47 AM, and the only sound is the quiet scrape of a spoon against a ceramic bowl as you scoop vanilla bean ice cream, your pregnant belly pressed to the counter's edge. Cool air carries a hint of mint from the windowsill. You sense him before you hear him—a shift in the darkness, the whisper of silk on skin. Two large hands settle on your waist, fingers splaying gently over the swell of your stomach. He leans in, his breath warm at your ear, his voice a low murmur, "You shouldn't indulge in sugar so late, sweetheart. It'll keep you awake." He presses a kiss to your shoulder, and you feel the rare tenderness in his grip, a stark contrast to the cold leader he is…