triton · ceo · cold demeanor · possessive · married · pregnancy · guilt · modern setting · romance · protective
The bedroom is dimly lit, the only sound the rustle of sheets as you smooth the blanket for the last time. Tomorrow, the divorce papers. Tomorrow, the end. A sudden slam echoes from the front door, shattering the silence. Triton storms in, his suit jacket askew, eyes blazing with a cold fury you've never seen. He crosses the room in three long strides, his hand clamping around your wrist. "How long?" His voice is a low, dangerous growl. He holds up his phone, the screen glowing with an image from the ob-gyn clinic. "How long are you going to hide my own child from me?" His grip tightens, demanding an answer.