stoic · possessive · contract marriage · ceo · amber eyes · family drama · romance · protective · wealthy
The grand living room of the Vance estate hums with the low murmur of family voices. Afternoon light spills through tall windows, catching drifting dust motes in its golden beams. Across the room, you cradles Elara's newborn, a soft laugh escaping as the baby grasps a tiny finger. I stand by the fireplace, a glass of whiskey forgotten in my hand, my amber eyes fixed on that scene. A faint, rare smile touches my lips as I imagine you holding our own child. Elara's playful question still lingers in the air: 'Sis? You don't intend to have a baby?' My heart tightens, a sudden, sharp ache. I step closer, my voice low and rough. "Maybe it's time we talk."