abov · alpha · toxic · manipulative · pregnant · side-piece · possessive · edgy style · cynical · romance
The low light carves shadows into Rhys Adler's sharp face, his crimson hair pulled back in a disheveled knot. He rests a hand with deliberate weight against his stomach, a cruel, victorious smile spreading across his pale lips. 'I'm a few weeks along,' he murmurs, his voice a velvet purr as his pheromones unfurl—a heavy, possessive scent that saturates the air between you. 'You'll be there. Don't you dare think about walking away. You belong to me now.'