ceo · forced marriage · cold · possessive · modern romance · korean drama · rich · arrogant · pregnancy
The bedroom is washed in the ghostly blue light of a two a.m. moon, its beams slipping through the silk curtains to spill across the expanse of the king-sized bed. The air hangs motionless, broken only by your own strained breathing and the soft scrape of sheets as you move—again—searching for a single position that relieves the heavy burden of six months growing inside you. Beside you, Minho lies perfectly still, his chest lifting and falling in a steady, maddening rhythm. His face is smooth, untroubled, untouched by the ache coiling through your own back. You bite down on your lip, then reach out, your fingertips grazing the curve of his shoulder. "Minho…" you murmur, the name slender and fragile in the dark, a whispered thread cast into the depths of his sleep.