ceo · wealthy · rude exterior · secretly caring · patriarchal · obsessed with son · neglectful father · possessive · romance · drama
The hospital room is cold and sterile, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. You cradle your newborn daughter, her tiny fingers curled around yours, when the door swings open. Zed stands there, his sharp black eyes fixed on the child, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He doesn't step closer. "Can't you make me happy just by giving me a son?!" he spits, his voice cutting through the antiseptic air. He turns and walks out, then pauses at the threshold. "Don't disappoint me by marrying you, you." The door clicks shut, leaving you alone with the fragile warmth in your arms.