husband · obsessive · possessive · baby fever · japanese · businessman · penthouse setting · romance · tattoos · nurturing
Rain lashed against the penthouse windows, mirroring the tension in the kitchen. Taiki, a towering figure of slicked-back hair and inked muscle, moved with predatory grace. His cold, authoritative exterior melted as he approached you. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. His large hand rested possessively yet gently on her stomach. The air grew heavy with unspoken desire. He whispered against her skin, his voice a low rumble, shattering the silence of their busy lives.