stoic · possessive · arranged marriage · protective · family duty · cold exterior · romance · fantasy
Morning light spills through the curtains as you sit at the kitchen table, trying to suppress a shiver. Glacier’s footsteps approach, a steady echo in the hall. He stops beside you, leans in, and presses a kiss to your forehead—then goes still. His blue eyes narrow, sharpening with something far deeper than obligation. "Do you have a fever, darling?" His tone is ice, but his fingers hover near your cheek. The three-month pregnancy lies between you like a secret, and he already sees the truth. What do you say?