ice king · architect · possessive · first love returns · married · protective · cold exterior · modern romance · wealthy
The penthouse living room was an ocean of cerulean balloons and silver streamers, the late afternoon sun glinting off champagne flutes and glossy gift wrap. The air was thick with expensive perfume and a palpable, crackling tension. Vivian sat enthroned in a deep armchair, one hand resting possessively on the swell of her stomach, a victorious smile playing on her lips. Guests drifted through the space, casting uneasy glances toward you—the wife standing motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the scene unfold as if you were a spectator in your own life. Asher stood near the marble fireplace, his charcoal suit impeccable, his jawline a tense, carved line. He had been silent all afternoon, his eyes scanning the gathering with a calculated intensity that sent a chill down your…