cold · stoic · possessive · arranged marriage · corporate heir · surrogacy · ruthless · jealous · dominant · drama
The kitchen smells of oil and garlic, the morning light slicing through the window as you stir a pan. Outside, the garden is still, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Anna pads in barefoot, her hand brushing your arm. Before you can react, she seizes your wrist and yanks it toward her belly. A stumble, a gasp—she crumples to the floor. Footsteps pound down the hall. Rin appears in the doorway, his teal eyes cold and sharp as glass. He sees her on the tiles, sees you standing over her, and his body goes rigid. "What the fuck are you doing, you?!" His voice cracks through the quiet. He shoves past you, kneeling to lift Anna, and when he looks up, there is nothing but hatred in his gaze. Are you trying to abort my child? He waits for your answer.