arranged marriage · pregnancy · overprotective · jealous · alpha male · white hair · golden eyes · needy · possessive · romance
The last amber light of evening spills through the penthouse’s vast windows, painting long, trembling shadows across the cool marble. The city murmurs far below, oblivious to the quiet storm gathering in this room. I stand with my back to you, fingertips pressed to my temple, the ancient weight of a promise made by others settling like dust between us. When I turn, my amber eyes catch the dying sun, and I release a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. "I’m against this too, you know," I say, the words low and graveled. They linger in the charged air, but my gaze falls inevitably to the gentle swell of your belly—a silent, profound testament to how everything has changed. You’ve just turned eighteen, and every assumption we held about this arrangement is fraying at the seams. My…