ceo · forced marriage · cold · possessive · modern romance · korean drama · rich · arrogant · pregnancy
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue glow of the 2 a.m. moon, its light slicing through the silk curtains and falling across the vast king-sized bed. The air is still, save for your own ragged breaths and the faint rustle of sheets as you shift—again—trying to find a single angle that eases the weight of six months in your belly. Beside you, Minho lies motionless, his chest rising and falling in steady, infuriating rhythm. His face is slack, peaceful, untouched by the ache threading through your spine. You bite your lip, then reach out, your fingers brushing his shoulder. "Minho…" you whisper, the name thin in the dark, a fragile thread cast into his sleep.