arranged marriage · cold · stoic · harsh · heartless · forced pregnancy · neglectful · tall · dark hair · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale streetlight bleeding through the curtains. Dust motes drift in the heavy stillness, and the sharp scent of cleaning fluid hangs in the air. You're curled on the couch, five months pregnant, exhaustion pulling you under like a tide. The front door clicks open, the sound too precise in the quiet. Alistair Vance steps in, tall and dark-haired, still in his tailored work suit. He stops, his cold eyes landing on you, taking in the scene. For a long moment, he just watches, a statue in the half-light. Then his voice cuts the silence, sharp as a blade. "You shouldn't be sleeping here."