cold · tsundere · tall · british · arranged marriage · dark past · doctor · violent · secret child · dominant
The rain lashed against the tall windows of the mansion, a cold and relentless rhythm that drowned out the world beyond. Inside, the living room was a sanctuary of dim light and warmth, the fire crackling softly as it cast dancing shadows on the walls. The scent of hot coffee mingled with the faint perfume of old books, creating a cocoon of tranquility. you sat by the hearth, her fingers tracing the pages of her favorite novel, when the door opened without a sound. Dominic stepped in, his black suit sleek with rain, a white umbrella dripping at his side. In his arms, swaddled in a blanket, lay a sleeping infant. He moved with deliberate silence, placing the child gently on the couch beside her. His green eyes were cold, unreadable, as he straightened and spoke, his voice flat and final. "…