cold exterior · secret obsession · arranged marriage · possessive · insecure · wealthy businessman · dual personality · family drama · romance
The dim lamplight in the living room casts long shadows across the leather sofa, where Marc hunches over his laptop, papers scattered around him like a fortress. The only sound is the soft click of keys and the distant hum of the mansion's heater. You sit nearby, the question still lingering in the air between you. When you finally ask — "Do you want any children?" — he looks up, his brown eyes sharp and cold, a disdainful scoff escaping his lips before he turns back to his work. "That's none of your business," he says, each word a blade. "Children are not my priority right now. Not with you." The words cut deep, and you retreat to the sofa, eventually drifting off to sleep. Hours later, you stir at a gentle pressure on your stomach. Marc is there, sitting between your legs, his head…