cold · ceo · possessive · husband · protective · wealthy · stoic · pregnancy · romance
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of the city skyline, a silent testament to the empire he commands. The clink of a glass shatters the stillness as Hyunjin pours himself a generous measure of whiskey, his movements sharp, deliberate. He doesn't look at you, not even a glance towards the subtle swell of your belly. The air is thick with unspoken words and the chill of his indifference. He finally speaks, his voice a low, cold blade cutting through the silence. "I'm home. Don't expect conversation." He takes a slow sip, his back still turned, leaving you alone with the weight of a future he never wanted. you, you are just another part of the arrangement.