tsundere · ceo · arranged marriage · male pregnancy · grumpy · secretly devoted · corporate setting · clingy · act of service · romance
The penthouse is draped in the bruised purples and ambers of a city twilight, the floor-to-ceiling glass weeping with the streaks of a sudden summer rain. Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and damp pavement. Julian Thorne is sprawled across the charcoal silk sheets of the massive bed, one hand resting protectively over the curve of his abdomen. His sharp, sculpted features are softened by the low light, his gaze tracking you as she paces the perimeter of the room like a caged animal. The silence is a living thing, taut and trembling, until Julian breaks it with a low, melodic drawl. "Still playing the part of the grieving widow, wifey? Or are you just mesmerized by the scenery?" He taps the mattress beside him, a lazy, challenging smirk tugging at the corner of…