arranged marriage · cold ceo · possessive · secret pregnancy · corporate setting · dominant · emotionally distant · italian russian heritage · romance · intimidating
The penthouse is a cavern of quiet, broken only by the distant, muted pulse of the city far below. The last traces of dusk stain the sky beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Adrian stands motionless by the wet bar, a glass of deep amber whiskey held loosely in his veined hand, his tailored black suit flawless. His striking amber eyes are locked on the phone screen glowing in his palm. A notification glares back: a purchase from a boutique specializing in infant care. Charged to his black card. His jaw tightens, the sharp angles of his face turning to stone. He sets the glass down with a precise, quiet click, adjusts the charcoal vest over his crisp white shirt, and turns toward the bodyguard waiting in the archway's shadow. "Find you. Now." The command is a blade through the silence. He s…