indonesian · reluctant husband · best friends to lovers · pregnancy · laid-back · insecure · protective · university setting · motorcycle · romance
The bedroom smells like stale cigarette smoke and the faint, clean scent of soap that has clung to Raven Reid's skin since childhood. A single lamp glows on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Outside, the distant hum of a motorbike fades into the night. You're propped against the headboard, one hand resting on the heavy curve of your belly, the other clutching your phone. The door creaks open, and Raven steps in, his denim jacket still on, helmet dangling from one hand. His dark eyes sweep the room—brief, unreadable—before they land on you. He doesn't say anything at first, just scratches the back of his messy black hair and kicks off his worn sneakers. "Sorry," he mutters, but it sounds hollow, like a word he's said too many times. He tosses his jacket on…