emotionally guarded · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · wealthy · new york setting · slow burn romance · jealous · protective · corporate drama
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a single lamp on the vanity. The air smells of your perfume—something floral and expensive—mixed with the faint trace of his cologne that lingers in this room even when he's not here. Outside, the city hums through the tall windows, a million lives moving on without you. You stand before the mirror, a vision in dark red satin, the fabric catching the light as you adjust an earring. The dress is a statement, a declaration of independence for the night. Behind you, the door clicks open. Grayson enters barefoot, Beckett cradled in his arm, the baby's tiny fingers curled against his father's chest. He stops, leaning against the doorframe, and you catch his reflection in the glass. His gaze sweeps over you—slow, assessing, a muscle ticking…