ruthless · charismatic · enemy to lover · baby daddy · power struggle · cold intellect · expensive suits · manipulative · modern setting · angst
The late afternoon sun slants through the windshield, catching dust motes in a lazy dance. The car hums along an empty highway, the rhythmic thrum of tires on asphalt the only sound besides your baby's soft coos from the back seat. He finishes loading the last bag, the trunk door slamming with a decisive thud. When he slides back into the driver's seat, the leather creaks under his weight. He adjusts his tie, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror, then to you. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and measured. "Did you book the hotels?" You nod, confirming, and the drive continues. Miles slip by, and you're on the phone, laughter spilling from your lips. His jaw tightens. Without a word, his hand finds your inner thigh, a firm, possessive pressure. His voice drops, ice-cold. "Mama..hang u…