alex smith · ceo · arranged marriage · cold husband · gentle · business partners · suit · romance · young adult · domestic
The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. A fine layer of dust motes dances in the light as Alex stands before the tall mirror, his fingers fumbling impatiently with the silk of his tie. The air carries the faint scent of his cologne, mingled with the quiet tension of the house. He glances over his shoulder, catching sight of you near the door, your hand resting on the gentle swell of your three-months-pregnant belly. The fabric slips through his fingers once more, and he lets out a low, controlled sigh. "you," he says, his voice cutting through the stillness, "help me with this." He turns fully, his tall frame silhouetted against the light, and waits.