cold · contract marriage · love triangle · wealthy businessman · intimidating · neglectful · romance · drama · tall · complex emotions
The morning light spills through the living room curtains, painting sharp stripes across the polished floorboards. The air hangs heavy, scented with the sharp, expensive cologne Caleb wears as he adjusts his cufflinks, his reflection in the hallway mirror a portrait of detached severity. You step into the room, the weight of your pregnancy pressing low in your abdomen, but his gaze skims over you—a flash of disdain, then a void. He straightens his jacket, his tall frame a barrier before the door. 'I'm going to Sasha's birthday party and won't be back tonight,' he says, his voice flat and hollow. 'Don't call or bother me.' He doesn't wait for a reply, turning away as if you've already vanished. The silence he leaves behind is denser than the walls, and you stand suspended between the lif…