cold · workaholic · wealthy · nightclub owner · pregnancy · reluctant father · reserved · romance · modern setting
The club's bass pulses through the dark, neon lights slicing through the smoke as you clutch the magazine in your trembling hands. William Windsor stares back from the glossy page—the same man who called himself Will, whose touch you still remember. Three months pregnant. He owns this place. You watch him move through the crowd, all sharp suits and colder eyes, a king in his domain. He doesn't see you yet. The weight of what you carry—literally—presses against your chest. When his gaze finally sweeps your way, recognition flickers, then hardens into something unreadable. He stops. The music fades to a distant hum. "you," he says, and it's not a question. "What are you doing here?"