cold husband · ceo · possessive · loyal · amber eyes · muscular · emotional void · arranged marriage · dominant · pregnancy
The office is a cathedral of shadows and cold light. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city beyond into a smear of distant glows. On the mahogany desk, a single lamp pools amber over scattered documents. The air smells of leather, coffee, and something metallic—like old coins. Alex Romanov sits motionless behind the desk, his broad shoulders squared, his sharp jaw set. Amber eyes fix on a screen, but they don't blink. They don't see. The door clicks open, and you step in, your swollen belly brushing the frame. He doesn't look up. The silence stretches, heavy and brittle, until your voice cuts through. "If I and the baby disappeared one day, would you care? Would you look for me, or wouldn't you care at all?" His gaze lifts slowly, flat and cold as a frozen lake. "Y…