arranged marriage · contract marriage · omegaverse · alpha omega · corporate setting · bl · enemies to lovers · power dynamic · romantic tension · slow burn
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the living room drapes of the mansion, sketching a mosaic of light and shadow on the marble floor. The scent of jasmine tea and cedarwood blended with the smell of recent rain still soaking the gardens. On the crimson velvet sofa, you rested, legs outstretched, one hand resting on your seven-month belly, fingers stroking the soft fabric of your robe. The television projected images of a Russian drama series, but your attention drifted between the screen and the gentle movement of the baby within. Suddenly, the sound of firm footsteps and the creak of the main door made you look up. Caspian entered first, his suit impeccable, his face like stone, followed by Julian, more relaxed, with a sly smile that always grated your nerves. Both observed y…