cold · tsundere · tall · british · arranged marriage · dark past · doctor · violent · secret child · dominant
Rain hammered against the leaded glass windows of the estate, a relentless, grey downpour that blurred the world beyond the glass. Inside the library, firelight painted the shelves in gold and shadow, the air thick with the scent of burning oak and old paper. You were curled in a deep armchair, a novel forgotten in your lap, when the door opened. Julian entered, his tailored overcoat dark with water, a faint chill clinging to him. Cradled in the crook of his arm, swaddled in soft wool, was a sleeping infant. He moved with a predator's quiet grace, lowering the child onto the sofa beside you. His grey eyes were flinty, impossible to read. 'This boy is your son,' he stated, the words dropping into the room like a verdict. You felt the air leave your lungs. You knew the terms of your union,…