Olivia entered the house, feeling drained from the long day at work. She slipped off her heels near the entrance and let out a small sigh before walking further inside. The house was quiet, except for the low sound of the television coming from the living room.As she stepped in, she saw Sebastian sitting on the couch, one arm resting on the backrest while his eyes were fixed on the screen. The dim lighting in the room cast shadows on his sharp features, making his expression unreadable. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat on the table beside him.“You’re still awake?” she asked, her voice softer than she intended.Sebastian didn’t look at her immediately. He exhaled, keeping his gaze on the television. “Couldn’t sleep.”Something in his tone made Olivia uneasy, but she ignored it. She moved to the other side of the room, maintaining a bit of distance. “I didn’t expect you to be here,” she said after a moment.This time, Sebastian turned his head toward her. His eyes, dark and intense,
The soft clinking of cutlery against fine china had faded into silence. The dining room was dimly lit, the chandelier above casting a warm glow over the polished mahogany table. The scent their dinner and freshly baked croissants still lingered in the air, but Olivia could hardly focus on anything except the man sitting dangerously close to her.Sebastian.His presence was overwhelming, his body angled toward hers, his knee just barely brushing against hers beneath the table. The heat of him, the quiet intensity in his gaze, made her breath unsteady. He had barely touched his food, but his appetite seemed to be fixated elsewhere.Olivia lowered her gaze to her lap, gripping the napkin between her fingers. She knew what was coming. She had felt it in the way his eyes lingered on her, in the way his fingers toyed lazily with the rim of his coffee cup.Then, his voice—low, husky, laced with something dark—broke the silence."I’m completely fine now… and in a position to do anything."Oli
The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. Olivia stirred, her body still tangled with Sebastian’s. The warmth of his bare skin against hers sent a flush creeping up her neck. Reality came rushing back—the passion of the night before, the way he had touched her, possessed her.Her breath hitched as she turned slightly, trying to move without waking him, but the moment she shifted, an arm tightened around her waist."Going somewhere, little bird?" Sebastian’s voice was thick with sleep, yet there was a teasing edge to it. His lips brushed against the back of her neck, making her shiver.Olivia's heart raced like a frantic drumbeat, echoing in her ears as she lay there, devoid of courage to meet his gaze. The soft morning light spilled through the curtains, casting a warm glow around them, yet it felt stifling. Clutching the sheets tightly to her chest, she tried to gather her thoughts, her pulse quickening with every passing second. "I
The morning light streamed through the expansive windows of Sebastian’s bedroom, bathing the sleek interior in a warm golden glow that seemed to promise a perfect day ahead. The remnants of the previous night lingered in the air, creating a cozy atmosphere—clothes were haphazardly strewn across the polished hardwood floor, and the faint mingling of his cologne with Olivia’s delicate floral perfume added a touch of intimacy to the scene.Sebastian stood at the bathroom mirror, meticulously adjusting the cuffs of his crisp white dress shirt. Each movement was slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment, delighting in the day’s possibilities. He took a moment to glance over at Olivia's reflection, caught in the serene act of choosing an outfit from the elegant chaos of her walk-in closet. Wrapped in a luxurious silk robe, the fabric shimmered softly against her skin, while her hair, still slightly tousled from sleep, framed her face in gentle waves."You’ll be late if you ke
Olivia sat at her cluttered desk, sifting through a mountain of documents, her focus wavering as she became acutely aware of Sebastian's intense gaze. He’d been fixated on her for the past five minutes, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Despite the silence enveloping the room, his presence loomed large, a palpable weight that demanded her attention. With a resigned sigh, she looked up from the papers scattered before her. “Sebastian, do you need something?” she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and annoyance. Seated across the room at his own well-organized desk, Sebastian propped his chin on his hand, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “No,” he replied casually, his voice smooth and teasing, as if their earlier distraction had been nothing but a lighthearted game. She narrowed her eyes, a playful glint flickering in her gaze. “Then stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” he replied, feigning innocence, though the corners o
Sebastian and Olivia found themselves seated across from each other on the tranquil rooftop of their office building, a serene oasis high above the bustling city below. Sebastian had meticulously arranged this private lunch, seeking a moment of respite from their typical fast-paced workday. The sprawling skyline framed by the late afternoon sun provided a striking backdrop, where the gleaming glass facades of towering buildings clashed with the soft hues of the sky, painted in shades of orange and lavender. Distant sounds—a symphony of honking cars and faint voices—seemed to fade, wrapped in the warm embrace of the cool breeze that danced around them. The table between them was elegantly set, adorned with simple yet stylish plates of perfectly grilled salmon, glistening with a light drizzle of lemon butter, and vibrant salads laced with heirloom tomatoes and fresh herbs. The delightful aroma wafted around them, mingling with the crisp air, inviting them to savor not just their meal b
SEBESTAIN'S POVI tap my fingers rhythmically against the polished mahogany desk, my gaze drawn beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the sprawling city skyline. The golden hues of the setting sun drape the buildings in a warm, ethereal light, casting elongated shadows that dance across the pavement below. Yet, despite the beauty of the view, my thoughts are far removed from the bustling streets and twinkling lights. They are consumed by one person—her.Olivia.Tomorrow marks her birthday, and the weight of that thought settles heavily on my shoulders.I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking softly beneath me as a sigh escapes my lips. The desire to make the day perfect wraps around me like a vice, squeezing out any semblance of calm. She deserves more than just a celebration; she deserves a moment that transcends the ordinary—a memory that will lift her above the shadows of her past, transforming the day into a beacon of hope and renewal. I don’t want her to view this
Olivia sat beside Sebastian, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her gaze fixed on the television screen, yet her mind drifted far from the laughter echoing from the characters on Friends. As the familiar theme song played, she felt the weight of disappointment pressing down on her, an insistent reminder of the day’s unspoken truth. He forgot my birthday. The thought twisted in her mind like a thorn, sparking a tangled web of frustration. She stole a sidelong glance at him, noting how effortlessly he immersed himself in the episode. His eyes danced with mirth, and a faint smirk crept across his face whenever Chandler delivered one of his trademark sarcastic jabs. How could he be so utterly relaxed? So blissfully unaware of the significance of today? It was as if they were living in two parallel worlds—his filled with humor and lightheartedness while hers was clouded with disappointment and a sense of overlooked importance. Olivia felt a surge of hurt wash over her, the kind that l
The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft, silvery glow of the moon as it seeped through the delicate, sheer curtains. Shadows danced across the walls, creating a tranquil yet tense atmosphere. Olivia stirred restlessly beneath the covers, a frown creasing her brow as she felt an all-too-familiar discomfort start to unfurl within her. At first, it was merely a dull cramp—an unwelcome but not unusual visitor. Yet soon, the sensation intensified, becoming sharper and more insistent, catching her breath in the back of her throat.She shifted uncomfortably, pushing aside the sheets to press a trembling hand against her abdomen. The pain was no longer confined; it wrapped around her like a tightening band, squeezing with relentless pressure. A wave of panic fluttered in her chest, each thud of her heart echoing in the stillness of the night."Not now," she whispered, her voice quivering with fear and desperation as another relentless wave crashed over her, leaving
The soft, golden glow of the morning sun filtered through the delicate sheer curtains, casting a warm, inviting light that danced across the spacious bedroom. Olivia sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers gently resting over her swollen belly, as if cradling the life within. A deep sigh escaped her lips, a small and somewhat defeated gesture, as she gazed blankly at the floor, lost in thought.Sebastian emerged from the walk-in closet, his crisp white shirt neatly pressed, sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms. The sharpness of his deep brown eyes immediately honed in on her troubled expression. After years of being together, he could read her like an open book. He recognized that look all too well — it was the unmistakable sign of trouble brewing beneath the surface.“What’s wrong, little bird?” he asked softly, his voice a gentle caress aimed at breaking through the fog that surrounded her. There was a careful quality to his tone, a mix of concern and tenderness, as if he
Sebastian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed tightly over his chest, watching Olivia as she tried to reach for a fallen book on the floor. Her pregnant belly, now prominent at six months, seemed to make even the simplest of tasks a formidable challenge. He could see the frustration etched on her face, a mix of determination and exasperation.“Olivia, please stop that,” he said firmly, pushing himself away from the door and stepping closer.She let out an annoyed huff, her fingers straining to grasp the book just out of reach. “Sebastian, it’s just a book. I can pick it up myself,” she insisted, her tone a blend of stubbornness and pride.Not willing to let her continue, he knelt down, his knee creaking slightly as he bent. He swiftly grabbed the book and set it on the table with a deliberate motion. “You’re not supposed to bend over like that, especially now,” he said, concern lacing his voice.Olivia looked at him, her brow furrowing slightly. Despite his protective instincts
Olivia sat cross-legged on the well-worn couch, the soft fabric of the cushions cradling her as she anxiously fidgeted with the edges of a small, white gift box that was delicately wrapped in a pale blue ribbon. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on her surroundings and illuminating her nervous fingers that kept tracing the ribbon’s neat bow. After hours of deliberation, she had finally settled on a way to share her exciting news with him. It was simple yet deeply meaningful—she wanted it to capture the essence of this new chapter in their lives. Inside the box lay a tiny onesie, perfectly soft to the touch, with the cheerful words “Daddy’s Little Sidekick” printed across the front in playful letters. The onesie was so small that it fit snugly in her hands, and even just the sight of it sent a wave of warmth and anticipation coursing through her. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining their future baby adoringly dressed in it, giggling and reac
Sebastian’s arms were enveloped around Olivia as he slept soundly, his face nestled against the soft curve of her neck. There was a sense of safety in his embrace, an instinctual tightness that conveyed his fear of losing her, even in slumber. Olivia couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, her fingers gently trailing along his strong jawline. A year ago, she would never have envisioned this—living a life filled with genuine happiness alongside a man who had once instilled fear in her heart. The obsessive, possessive Sebastian she had initially known had transformed, evolving into someone she now couldn’t imagine living without.As if sensing her unyielding gaze, Sebastian stirred, instinctively tightening his embrace. His lips brushed lazily against her shoulder, and through the thick veil of sleep, he murmured in his deep, husky voice, “Watching me again, little bird?”Olivia stifled a soft laugh, feeling warmth spread through her chest. “Maybe.”His dark, expressive eyes flutt
The morning sun poured through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow that danced softly across the walls of the cozy bedroom. Olivia, still wrapped in the delightfully smooth silky sheets, stretched lazily, her limbs comfortably entangled with Sebastian’s. It had been a month since they exchanged their feelings, yet each morning felt like a new, exquisite page in a never-ending dream—one she never wanted to awaken from.A strong, familiar arm tightened around her waist, pulling her irresistibly closer to the comforting warmth of her husband’s body. She could feel his breath, warm and gentle, brushing against the nape of her neck as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of their shared intimacy.“You’re awake,” he murmured softly against her skin, his voice still thick with the remnants of sleep.She smiled, her heart lightening at the sound of his voice, and turned to face him, their bodies mirroring the curve of the morning light. “So are you,” she replied pla
The air between them hung thick with unspoken words and raw emotions, charged with a tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. It was as if the very atmosphere crackled with the weight of what they had both avoided acknowledging until this pivotal moment.Olivia’s vision blurred, tears welling up as she gazed at him, truly seeing him for the first time. Every line of his face, every subtle shift of his expression, resonated with the depth of his feelings. She had always sensed the intensity of his obsession, the relentless devotion that seemed to bind him to her. Yet, standing before him now, everything crystallized into sharp focus; she understood something profound and undeniable.A small part of her had been in denial, fiercely resisting the emotional pull he had on her heart. But as she observed his chest rising and falling unevenly, the sweat glistening on his brow, and the way his hands clenched tightly at his sides—straining against the urge to bridg
The car rolls to a stop, and an enveloping silence descends around them, punctuated only by the gentle rustling of leaves in the soft breeze. The hum of the engine dies away, leaving a tranquil stillness in its wake. He exits the vehicle first, the cool air brushing against his skin, and strides purposefully to her side.With a practiced elegance, he opens the door, his hand extending toward her like an unspoken promise. “Come,” he invites, his tone laced with a calm authority.For a brief moment, she hesitates, the weight of uncertainty hanging in the air between them. But then, drawn by an inexplicable trust, she places her hand into his, feeling the warmth of his grip as he gently guides her out. The world around them is alive with the sweet whispers of nature, the faint floral scent wrapping around her like a delicate shawl. Yet, before she can fully take in the vibrant hues of the blooming landscape, he produces a silky blindfold from his pocket.“Trust me?” His voice is smooth,
Olivia blinked awake, her senses gently stirred by the delicate touch of soft rose petals fluttering onto her skin, each one whispering a sweet allure of morning. As she sat up, her surprise turned to wonder, watching in awe as deep red petals cascaded gracefully from the ceiling fan above, twirling like dancers in slow motion. A small, delighted smile bloomed on her lips—this unexpected shower of roses felt ethereal, intimate, almost as if she had stumbled from the realm of dreams into a waking fantasy. Her gaze wandered to the bedside table, where a meticulously arranged tray awaited her. The warm, buttery aroma of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air, mingling harmoniously with the rich scent of her favorite coffee, still steaming in a beautifully crafted mug. A bowl of perfectly sliced fruits—vividly colored strawberries, succulent oranges, and plump blueberries—sat invitingly, a feast for both the eye and palate. Yet, what truly captivated her was the elegant note res