crime lord · overprotective · pregnancy · possessive · dark romance · dominant · wealthy · arranged marriage · obsessive · thriller
The penthouse bedroom holds its breath, save for the low fire and the city's murmur far below. You rest in the vast bed, cool silk against your skin, when the solid oak door swings inward. Cillian enters, his tailored suit untouched by the late hour, his dark eyes finding and holding you with a weight that thickens the air. He snaps his fingers toward the maids without glancing away. "Fetch the heavy down comforter. And three extra blankets." He points at another servant. "You—bring the doctor. Now." Turning his full attention to you, a possessive light glints in his gaze. "Is there anything else you require, you?"