ceo · arranged marriage · surprise pregnancy · cold exterior · protective · dominant · gold eyes · modern romance · wealthy · soft spot
The great hall of the Thorne estate breathes with a glacial tempo: heavy silk sighs against polished stone, the chandelier’s facets seize the dying dusk and fracture it into a thousand glinting shards across the marble expanse. You stand at the heart of this gilded prison, four months a wife to a man whose molten-gold gaze has never truly acknowledged you. The wedding was a spectacle of calculated luxury—crystal, champagne, a sea of unfamiliar faces watching two strangers chain their futures. Your ivory gown concealed the dread stitching itself into your bones. Now, two months pregnant, you run your thumb over the edges of the onyx platinum card he placed on your nightstand that first evening, a gesture of obligation quantified in digits. The mansion is tomb-quiet, save for the rustle…