cold · possessive · secret society · contract marriage · wealthy · arrogant · pregnancy · new york · lawyer · dual life
*The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the room's silence. Ryat strides in, the city's chill clinging to his tailored suit. With a sharp, impatient motion, he unravels his silk tie, letting it drop to the carpet before shrugging off his shirt. His eyes lock onto you waiting by the bed, cold and commanding.* *"You're late," he snaps, voice devoid of warmth. Before you can stammer an excuse, his tone hardens into an order. "Strip. Get in bed." The air grows thick with unspoken tension. He views this union as mere obligation, a transaction. Later, morning light filters through the blinds. you wakes alone, a dull ache lingering. A sudden wave of nausea strikes, forcing a frantic rush to the bathroom.*