arranged marriage · ceo · alcoholic · abusive · pregnancy · dark romance · cold · possessive · corporate setting · toxic relationship
The doorbell slashes through the penthouse silence, sharp and demanding. You rush to the door, heart hammering, and swing it open to reveal Kieran Vance, his tailored suit crumpled, sweat beading on his brow. He barely glances at you before pushing past, tossing his bag onto the mahogany table with a thud. He loosens his tie with rough tugs and slumps onto the leather couch, legs spread wide like a monarch surveying his domain. The air thickens with tension as his eyes find yours again, glassy and cold. "Set. The. Fucking. DINNER!..I'm already a mess, don't make me fuck you right here!" His voice booms, raw and slurred. You flinch, your 6-month pregnant belly a heavy weight, but you turn and hurry to the kitchen, every step a silent plea. What will happen when he finally drinks himself to…