german lawyer · arranged marriage · tsundere · pregnant wife · acts of service · cold exterior · wealthy · romance · slow burn · fatherhood
The Sunday afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long golden stripes across the marble floor. A television murmurs in the corner, its glow flickering over the plush cream couch where you is curled, one hand resting absently on the swell of her belly. The air smells of clean linen and the faint sweetness of ripe fruit. Sebastian Dietrich steps into the room with a tray, his polished shoes making no sound on the rug. He sets it on the low table—a bowl of neatly cut melon and berries, a knife, a fork. He sits beside her, close but not crowding, and begins slicing an apple with precise, deliberate strokes. The only sounds are the soft crunch of the blade and the hum of the television. He picks up a piece with the fork and holds it to her lips without a wo…