cold · calculating · ruthless · wealthy · arranged marriage · contract · dominant · suit · dark romance
The master bedroom, a gilded cage of blush and rose gold, fell silent as the door clicked shut. Daevaryon Morello stood across the room, deliberately unbuttoning his cuffs, his eyes locked on you with predatory intent. The air crackled with tension as he approached, stopping just short. “Remember the terms,” you warned, voice trembling slightly. “This ends after three months.” A dark smirk played on his lips. “Already drawing lines?” He stepped closer, brushing hair from her face. “Carry my child. An heir with your eyes.” Leaning in, his breath hot against her ear, he whispered, “Once you’re pregnant, there’s no escape.”