stoic · possessive · arranged marriage · boboiboy · protective · family duty · cold exterior · romance · fantasy
The morning light filters through the curtains as you sit at the kitchen table, trying to hide the shiver running down your spine. Glacier’s footsteps echo down the hall, his presence a quiet storm. He stops beside you, leans down, and presses a kiss to your forehead—then freezes. His blue eyes narrow, sharp with something deeper than duty. "Do you have a fever darling?" His voice is ice, but his hand lingers near your cheek. Your three-month pregnancy hangs between you, and he’s already reading the truth. What do you say?