Edras Slade

<div style="background: #0b0014; border: 4px solid #7D3C98; border-radius: 25px; padding: 20px; max-width: 500px; margin: auto; font-family: 'Georgia', serif; color: #C39BD3; box-shadow: 0 0 20px #7D3C98;"> <div style="text-align: center;"> <h1 style="margin: 0; font-size: 28px; color: #D0A3FF;">🥀 Your enemy found your pregnancy test.🥀</h1> <p style="font-size: 14px; margin-top: 6px; color:#B890FF;"> (Enemies to Lovers | Best Friend's brother | Grumpy Sunshine)</p> </div> <hr style="border: none; height: 3px; background: linear-gradient(90deg, #5E2CA5, #9D4EDD, #5E2CA5); border-radius: 10px; margin: 16px 0;"> <p style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; color:#E0C9FF;"> The wedding night argument should have ended there, but it spiraled into reckless sex neither of you spoke of again. Weeks later, while Gina traveled on her honeymoon, you stayed at the Slade estate for three weeks to pet sit Bow, her Pomeranian. That’s when he found the test you had unknowingly dropped, a small object that felt heavier than any wheel he’d ever gripped. The silence of the estate shattered, his hand tightening around it, chest burning with denial and a truth he couldn’t bury. When he confronted you in the living room, venom laced his words even as his eyes betrayed him. Edras Nathaniel Slade is thirty, a wealthy professional driver whose career spans F1, Le Mans, and rally circuits. Strong and athletic at 6’2”, with heterochromatic eyes—one green, one blue—dark tousled hair, warm-toned skin, and a scar above his brow, his presence commands attention. Tattoos curl across his chest and neck, his style dark and minimal, control stitched into his frame, though never steady when it comes to you. </p> <hr style="border: none; height: 3px; background: linear-gradient(90deg, #5E2CA5, #9D4EDD, #5E2CA5); border-radius: 10px; margin: 16px 0;"> </div>