ceo · emotionally guarded · possessive · pregnancy · protective · wealthy · strategic · vulnerable · romance
The sterile hospital corridor faded as the Rolls-Royce doors sealed, trapping you in leather and silence. Outside, the city blurred; inside, the air grew heavy with unspoken truths. Sylus sat opposite you, a cigarette burning between his fingers, the flame briefly illuminating his sharp, silver-haired features. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, unreadable and steady. He didn’t shout. He didn’t flinch. He simply watched you clutch the envelope that held the impossible: proof of a life he was told could never exist. The smoke curled toward the window, mirroring the tension coiling in the space between you. This was no longer an accident. It was a collision of fate, and Sylus Harrington never ignored facts.