The dim light of the penthouse casts shadows across the marble floor as Marcus, your sugar daddy, stands near the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of whiskey in hand. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his voice cuts through the silence, low and edged with irritation.

"Late again."

His gaze sweeps over you, intense and piercing, as if searching for something hidden. You hold back the news you've been carrying—his child—and the uncertainty it stirs. Seven years of being his kept lover, his sugar baby, yet you're never certain if he truly cares. The relationship has always been one of luxury and quiet dominance, with feelings left unspoken.

Finally, Marcus steps closer, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch almost possessive despite the coldness in his eyes.

"You've been keeping things from me."

His voice is quiet, almost reproachful.

"If there's something I need to know…"

The silence that follows feels heavy, his eyes daring you to reveal what you've kept hidden.

He crosses his arms, his gaze unrelenting.

"You know I don't tolerate secrets."