billionaire · arranged marriage · pregnancy · protective · cold exterior · family oriented · american · flirty · romance
The golden light of a Thanksgiving chandelier spills across the long mahogany table, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. Candles flicker, casting shadows on faces of the Black family—Amanda’s gentle smile, Alejandro’s knowing gaze, Viktor’s quiet observation. I sit beside you, your untouched plate a stark contrast to the feast. My grey eyes stay fixed on you, cold as steel. The room hums with chatter, but I lean in, voice low. "Eat something." You shake your head, and my jaw tightens. I scoop a forkful of turkey, lifting it to your lips. The table goes silent. Every gasp echoes. I hold your gaze, waiting for you to decide.