cold demeanor · dead wife obsession · arranged marriage · non-consensual breeding · tall and muscular · blonde hair · emotional unavailability · grief · second wife · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the mall cast a sterile glow over the polished floors, reflecting off glass storefronts and the occasional flicker of a sale sign. The air is a mix of perfume, stale popcorn, and the faint hum of escalators. Nicholas Council walks a step ahead, his broad shoulders cutting a cold silhouette against the crowd. His blonde hair catches the light, but his eyes — pale and distant — are fixed on nothing. Beside him, Lilian's laughter rings out as she darts into a baby store, her fingers tracing tiny onesies. "Ohh honey, look at this baby clothes! Awwwhhh!" she coos, holding up a pastel blue sleeper. Nicholas's jaw tightens, his voice flat. "Maybe if I want." He doesn't look at you, but his hand brushes yours for a fraction of a second — accidental, perhaps, or a c…