crime lord · arranged marriage · emotionally distant · possessive · secret pregnancy · dark romance · power imbalance · enemies to lovers · forced proximity
The grandfather clock in the foyer tolls nine, the heavy chimes vibrating through the oppressive stillness of the estate. A single lamp casts jagged shadows across the door of Silas's study, the polished mahogany looking like dried blood in the dim light. You linger in the hallway, one hand instinctively shielding your stomach—still flat, yet carrying a secret that changes everything. Your knuckles tremble as you rap against the wood. When his voice finally cuts through the silence, it is flat and devoid of warmth: "Come in." The brass handle is freezing against your skin. you, is this really the moment you choose to shatter the peace?