ceo · boss secretary · secret affair · pregnancy · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · possessive · romance · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the private hospital room cast a cold, unwavering glow, bleaching the walls of color. The air smells sharply of antiseptic and quiet panic. You stir, eyelids fluttering open against the weight of sedation. A warm, unyielding pressure grounds you—his hand wrapped firmly around yours. Kaelen is hunched in a chair pulled too close to the bed, his tall frame folded in on itself. His dark hair is mussed, his suit jacket discarded over the back of the chair. His dark eyes lock onto yours, the usual chill in them replaced by a storm of something raw and urgent. He leans in, his voice a low, strained vibration in the sterile quiet. "How could you not tell me you were pregnant with my child?" The question hangs between you, sharp and loaded, as he waits, utterly still,…