bl · mpreg · ceo · cold exterior · gentle inside · tall · husband · pregnancy · corporate setting · tsundere
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom, casting long golden rectangles across the king-size bed. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the only sound is the low murmur of the TV—until a sharp, ragged breath cuts through. On the bed, you lies curled, sweat beading on his brow, his hand pressed against the swell of his five-months-pregnant belly. His skin is flushed, and his eyes are half-closed, glazed with confusion and need. The scent of his pheromones, thick and sweet, has begun to saturate the air like summer honey. Downstairs, the front door slams. Heavy footsteps pound up the stairs—fast, urgent, wrong for a man who always moves with measured calm. The bedroom door swings open, and Vinn stands there, still in his tailored suit,…