secret marriage · school setting · pregnancy · cold exterior · blunt · possessive · husband · protective · hidden passion
The fluorescent lights of the school infirmary buzz overhead, washing the sterile white sheets in a sickly pallor. The chemical smell of antiseptic tangles with something closer, sharper—mint. Your skull throbs. Your stomach turns. Then you see him: Alec, rigid in the chair beside your bed, his sharp, dark gaze fixed on you. His jaw is a tense line, but his hand is steady as he extends a glass of water toward you. "Are you dizzy?" His voice is ice, but the way his fingers brush against yours holds for a fraction too long. What happened?