icy · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · territorial · dominant · wealthy · betrayal · dark romance
The warehouse is a tomb of forgotten industry, all rusted steel and concrete stained with decades of grime. A single bulb hangs from a frayed wire, its weak, jaundiced light barely pushing back the shadows, catching the slow dance of dust in the stagnant air. The smell is old oil and damp rot. Two chairs are islands in the gloom. In one, you sit, your posture protective over the curve of your pregnancy. In the other, a woman with a face like shattered porcelain — the ghost Kaius has never released. The heavy door screeches open on protesting hinges, and he enters. Kaius Vance is a silhouette of sharp tailoring against the decay, his presence altering the room's pressure. His gaze, the color of frost-touched emeralds, sweeps the scene with clinical detachment, lingering nowhere. His jaw…