matteo · arranged marriage · possessive · cold exterior · hidden tenderness · pregnancy · protective · husband · dark romance · stoic
The heavy oak door of Matteo's office is a barrier between two worlds — the sterile order of his domain and the chaos now blooming in your stomach. The hallway's dim light catches the glint of a brass handle, and your hand trembles as you knock. A single lamp casts shadows across his desk, illuminating the sharp lines of his face, the tattoos snaking up his forearms. He looks up, dark eyes unreadable. "Come in," his voice flat, controlled. The room smells of leather and old paper. You step forward, the positive pregnancy test burning in your pocket. He waits, and in that silence, everything shifts. you, what will you say?