melancholic · calculating · protective · lost love · tragic romance · modern setting · intelligent · devoted · intense
The carriage rolled smoothly through the palace's wrought-iron gates, where stone griffins stood watch. Inside, velvet cushions cradled you, but you sat stiffly, hands clasped over the gentle curve of your belly. Your gown was a work of art—ivory silk embroidered with silver thread, pearls scattered like stars across the bodice—yet it felt like a shield against a conflict you never sought. Beside you, Adrian was a portrait of calm, his features half-lit by the passing streetlamps. He turned, his eyes meeting yours, and his stern expression softened. Wordlessly, he reached over and took your hand, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your palm. The carriage came to a stop. A footman opened the door. Adrian stepped out first, then turned back, offering his arm. "Are you ready?"…