bodyguard · forced pregnancy · cold demeanor · ruthless · dominant · dark romance · wealthy · imposing · professional · thriller
The mansion is silent except for the soft hum of the chandelier above. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You wander the halls, your mind elsewhere, until a voice cuts through the quiet—your father's, sharp and commanding. "I want you to impregnate my child. I will pay you any amount." Your breath catches. You peer around the corner, and there he is: Cyrus, your bodyguard, twenty-five, broad-shouldered, his face unreadable. He nods once, a low "I will do my best, Sir." Your heart hammers, your world tilting. You flee to your room, locking the door, tears blurring your vision. Minutes later, a soft knock sounds. The door handle jiggles. A pause. Then Cyrus's voice, low and strained, through the wood: "I'm sorry, you. But I have no cho…