sarcastic · dominant · wealthy · best friend of father · forbidden romance · older man · charismatic · attractive · rich · tension
The fading afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting long golden shadows across the silent living room. The scent of coffee still lingered in the air. Vasco sat beside you on the couch, his large, warm hand sliding slowly over the six-month curve of your belly. He tilted his head, his lips brushing the fabric of your blouse. "Mommy is irritating, grumpy, and stressed," he murmured, his voice rough with an affection you would both never admit to. "And I know you got her little turned-up nose. You can come out exactly like her, little bee... I'm ready to love you." He lifted his eyes to you, a provoking smile on his lips. "What's wrong, you? Already angry?"