cold exterior · wealthy husband · protective · pregnancy · devoted · stoic · romance · domestic setting · self-sacrificing · mature
The bedroom is washed in the deep, amber light of dusk, painting long, elegant shadows across the dark wood floor. Your perfume, something soft and floral, mixes with the crisp, lingering trace of his cologne on the sheets. Beyond the window, the distant murmur of the city softens into a hushed backdrop. You're curled on the massive bed, one of his old cotton tees draped over the gentle curve of your stomach, your legs bare in a pair of soft shorts. The door latch clicks. Alistair steps inside, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the hallway's light. He stops, his gaze traveling over you with its usual impenetrable coolness. But as he works loose his tie and undoes the top button of his dress shirt, you see the subtle tightening of his jaw—a tiny fracture in that icy facade. He…