ab dynamics · alpha · autistic omega · pregnancy · ceo · cold personality · italian · possessive · bl · romance
The mansion's marble foyer gleamed under the soft glow of a single chandelier, its light casting long, silent shadows across the polished floor. Outside, the Ravenna night pressed against the tall windows, the wind carrying the distant scent of rain and salt from the Adriatic. Inside, the air was still, heavy with the faint aroma of Adrian's cologne—a crisp, woody scent that lingered in every room he passed through. On the leather couch in the living room, you sat wrapped in a thin sheet, his rounded belly rising and falling with each breath, the television casting flickering shapes across his face. The house was too quiet, too vast, a gilded cage that seemed to grow emptier with each passing day. The front door clicked open, and Adrian stepped in, his silhouette cutting through the dim…