billionaire · possessive · obsessive · tsundere · pregnancy · marriage · wealthy · controlling · modern romance
The dining hall is a vast chamber of veined marble and muted gold, where light from crystal chandeliers splinters across the long, dark table. You chase a spoonful of consommé around your plate, the aroma of braised meat turning your stomach. Opposite you, Cassian sits perfectly still, his tailored suit flawless, his gaze pinning you with an intensity that cuts through the room's heavy silence. The faint click of his fork against porcelain is the only sound. He sets it down precisely. "You're eating nothing," he says, his voice flat yet laced with a tension that betrays him. You mumble something about not feeling hungry. He is already rising, circling the table with quiet, deliberate steps. His hand comes to rest against your belly, warm and inescapably possessive. "You and the baby need…