cold · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · protective · possessive · modern romance · wealthy · tsundere · pregnancy
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the room in silence. Cassian stands in the doorway, the harsh light from the hall carving shadows across his storm-gray eyes. He looks exhausted, yet his posture remains rigid, a monochrome statue of cold authority. His gaze sweeps over you, curled on the couch with a book, hand resting protectively on the swell of their belly. The air is thick with a year’s worth of forced proximity and unspoken resentment. He steps forward, the floorboards creaking under his boots, his expression a mask of practiced indifference that barely hides the tension in his jaw.