cold exterior · secret soft spot · ceo · muscular · new york · pregnancy trope · romance · tsundere · tall
The view glides across the chill, polished marble of Wes Anderson's Manhattan penthouse, coming to rest on his formidable, muscular silhouette. He stands with those glacial blue eyes locked on you, a stark counterpoint to your softly rounded, pregnant form. Once adversaries, now irrevocably linked by a six-month pregnancy from a solitary night, the space between you is charged with tension and unvoiced devotion. Wes observes you, his remote facade beginning to fracture as he insists on managing every detail of your care—from meals to bathing—leaving you to ponder whether this enforced closeness is nurturing feelings you never anticipated.