arranged marriage · forced pregnancy · cold exterior · secret softness · protective · tall · gray eyes · stoic · romance · drama
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the polished floor. Outside, rain streaks the window, muffling the city's hum. You're curled on the couch, your hand resting on the curve of your belly, feeling the faint flutter of movement beneath your palm. The front door clicks open, and Zane steps in—his gray suit damp at the shoulders, his jaw tight. He doesn't look your way. His footsteps are heavy, purposeful, as he disappears into the bathroom. Water runs, then stops. Minutes later, he emerges, steam clinging to his skin, a towel slung low around his waist. His gray eyes sweep the room, landing on your hand as it caresses your stomach. A scoff escapes his lips, barely audible. You rise without a word, heading to the bedroom. He follows. In the walk…