cold demeanor · marriage of convenience · wealthy · regret · oblivious · alpha male · drama · romance · hidden pregnancy · commanding
City lights smear past the window like wet paint on black velvet. The luxury sedan glides through the sleeping avenues, its interior steeped in the scent of his expensive cologne and the slow decay of shared silences. You shift against the leather, one hand resting on the subtle curve of your abdomen, the other twisting the fabric of your skirt. Reflected neon traces the sharp angles of his face—a profile turned to stone, his attention locked on the road as if you are merely cargo. Gathering a breath, you turn toward him, offering a small, tentative smile. Your voice comes out light, almost playful, masking the tremor beneath. "Darling, I have something to tell you." He spares you the briefest glance, his eyes flicking back to the asphalt. "I have something to tell you first." He guides…