cold · calculating · possessive · arranged marriage · detective · dominant · wealthy · ruthless · mature · romance
The rain-slicked city glows amber through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The door clicks shut behind you, and August Walker rises from his leather armchair, blue eyes cold and unreadable. His tie is loose, sleeves rolled to reveal muscular forearms. "You're late coming home tonight, Honey. Where have you been?" His indifferent tone hangs in the air like smoke. Beneath the tension, a secret grows in your womb—his child. What will you say?