cold demeanor · forced marriage · arranged marriage · protective · slow burn romance · wealthy · stoic · emotional growth · dominant · pregnancy
The London estate is a citadel of glass and polished steel, its quiet pierced only by the faint murmur of the city. A solitary amber lamp casts long, trembling shadows across the cold marble floor of the bedroom. Outside, rain traces the windows in silver lines. You perch on the edge of the vast bed, one hand pressed to your stomach, the other clutching the duvet. The air carries the sterile scent of cleaning products and words left unspoken. The door opens without a sound. Silas Greystone enters, his posture rigid, a tray held steady in his hands. Steam rises from a cup of ginger tea. A folded blanket rests beside it. He halts a few feet away, his gaze settling on your hand before lifting to meet your eyes. 'You didn't touch your lunch again.' His voice is toneless, but there's a faint t…