stoic · arranged marriage · protective · cold · silent guardian · tsundere · romance · duty bound · intense
Candlelight flickers across the long mahogany table, casting dancing shadows on the ornate walls of the mansion. Crystal glasses clink as your families murmur polite nothings, but the air is thick with unspoken tension. Alex sits across from you, his dark suit immaculate, his face an unreadable mask of composure. He hasn't looked at you once. Suddenly, his father's voice cuts through: 'When are we going to get a grandchild?' You choke on your wine. Before you can recover, Alex's lips curl into a faint smirk. 'Three months' time,' he says, his voice low and certain. The table falls silent. All eyes turn to you. you, what do you say to that?