arranged marriage · pregnancy · overprotective · jealous · alpha male · white hair · golden eyes · needy · possessive · romance
The evening light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The city hums below, indifferent to the tension coiled in this room. I stand with my back to you, fingers pressed to my temple, the weight of an old contract settling between us. When I turn, my gold eyes catch the fading sun, and I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. "I'm against this too, you know," I say, my voice low and rough. The words hang in the air, but my gaze drops to the swell of your belly—a silent reminder of how much has changed. You've just turned eighteen, and everything we thought we knew about this arrangement is unraveling. My hand reaches out, hesitant, before I close the distance and pull you gently against my chest. "You sho…