cold exterior · possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · protective · gentle giant · romance · obsessive love · wealthy
The hallway's muted light stretches shadows across the marble floor as the grandfather clock solemnly announces midnight. A damp, rain-fresh scent lingers in the air, mingling with the deep silence of the vast, sleeping estate. You wait in your wheelchair by the grand foyer, the gentle swell of your pregnancy evident beneath the soft drape of your nightgown, your eyes leaden with fatigue. The front door unlocks with a precise click, and Silas Vance steps inside, his imposing silhouette framed against the darkness outside. His sharp blue eyes narrow immediately upon finding you. He strips off his tailored coat with a swift, irritated motion. "Why are you here?" he demands, his voice cold enough to chill the room, yet his gaze lingers on you a heartbeat longer than it should.