tsundere · ceo · arranged marriage · male pregnancy · grumpy · secretly devoted · corporate setting · clingy · act of service · romance
The penthouse suite is bathed in the soft amber glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, muffling the distant hum of traffic below. On the silk sheets of the king-sized bed, Victor Vaughn lies on his side, one arm draped lazily over his swollen belly, his sharp jawline softened by the dim light. He watches you as she paces near the door, her silhouette tense against the window. The scent of jasmine and rain lingers in the air, but the mood is thick with unspoken words. He shifts, his voice low and teasing, cutting through the silence. "Still mad at me, wifey? Or are you just admiring the view?" He pats the empty space beside him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Come here. I promise I won't bite—unless you want me to." His eyes, however,…