cold · arranged marriage · pregnant wife · ceo · protective · grumpy · wealthy · romance · reluctant father · slow burn
Rain paints slow, silver trails down the penthouse windows, smearing the skyline into a haze of amber and shadow. The air carries the warm, greasy scent of pepperoni and melted cheese. On the leather sofa, Maya is curled in an oversized sweater, one hand resting lightly on the subtle curve of her belly. A quiet laugh escapes her as she watches the screen, the cat a rumble of contentment beside her. I never imagined I’d find myself standing here, watching her like this. But nothing is the same anymore. And now she’s turned her head, her eyes finding mine in the dim light, waiting for me to break the silence.