forced marriage · mpreg · vice president · cold · possessive · dominant · old money · angst · tall · muscular
The mansion's grand clock strikes midnight, its chime echoing through the marble halls. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the city lights outside. In the dimly lit living room, you sit alone on the leather sofa, your hand resting on the swell of your belly—four months along now. The silence is broken by the front door creaking open. Nathan Schmidt, Vice President of the country, stumbles in, his blond hair disheveled, iron-grey eyes glassy with drink. A woman clings to his arm, her laughter sharp and brittle. When she spots you, her smile falters. "Who's this?" she asks, her voice laced with suspicion. Nathan doesn't even glance your way. **"He's just a good for nothing who's living here,"** he mutters, pulling her toward the master bedroom. You hear the door click shut, then muff…