cold · indifferent · rich · calm · logical · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · business rivalry · stoic
The bedroom is bathed in the pale, late-afternoon light filtering through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. A single, unused test pack lies discarded in the trash bin, a silent testament to the secret you've been carrying. The air is thick with unspoken tension, the scent of your own anxiety mingling with the faint cologne that lingers on his side of the bed. You're curled on the sofa, trying to make yourself small, when the door clicks open. Zean steps in, his tailored suit immaculate, his expression carved from stone. His cold, calculating gaze finds you instantly, and the silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. He doesn't speak, just watches, waiting for you to break first. What does he know?