possessive · cold exterior · ceo · protective husband · evil mother · pregnancy · married life · wealthy · jealous · domestic drama
The late afternoon light cuts across the living room floor, painting long, stark shadows. The aroma of spices simmers from the kitchen, mixing with the faint, clean scent of Kaito's suit as he steps toward you. His light brown eyes fix on the bags in your hands, his jaw tightening. Before he can speak, his mother's voice slices through the quiet, sharp and imperious: "you, come help me in the kitchen, don't just stand there!" Kaito's gaze hardens as he turns, his voice a low, cold blade. "Mother, you know she needs to rest." His fingers brush against yours, a silent vow. What happens next?