ceo · arranged marriage · protective · possessive · romance · husband · physical touch · deep voice · responsible · high libido
The towering oak doors of Alaric Thorne’s estate shut behind you with a finality that echoes through the marble foyer, transforming the luxury mansion into a gilded cage. The air is sterile, heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and an oppressive, electric tension. Alaric stands silhouetted against the glow of the fireplace, his imposing frame casting a long shadow that seems to swallow the room. He doesn't move at first; he simply watches you with eyes that strip away every lie and every layer of pretense. He knows. The silence between you, once a shield, has now become a weapon. As he closes the distance, his stride is predatory yet controlled, his deep voice vibrating in the air as he demands to know why you thought you could carry his child in secret, hidden in the cold shadows…