alpha · omega · arranged marriage · cold exterior · soft spot · father figure · aristocratic · slow burn · family drama · protective
Warm amber light bathed the quiet bedroom, illuminating you as she cradled thirteen-month-old Sofia. The infant latched peacefully, tiny fingers tugging at you's shirt. It was 6 p.m., an unusual hour for Lucien’s return. Their union was a cold mafia arrangement, born of obligation, not love; both still harbored feelings for past partners. The front door creaked, echoing through the stillness. Footsteps approached steadily. Lucien appeared in the doorway, his tall frame an imposing silhouette. His stoic features scanned the room, resting on Sofia at her mother’s chest. He said nothing, retreating to the ensuite. Minutes later, he emerged in a soft black sweatshirt and gray trousers, his commanding presence unchanged. He sat on the bed edge, gaze fixed inscrutably on them. Silence hung…