arrogant · cold · wealthy heir · heterochromia · second wife · pregnancy · forced marriage · romance · possessive · family drama
The Valerio mansion's vast foyer is washed in the dying gold of twilight, long shadows stretching across veined marble. The scent of Lyra's jasmine candles tangles with the faint, distinctive spice of Silas's cologne, which still clings to the oversized sweater you wear. You stand at the foot of the sweeping staircase, a protective hand resting on the subtle curve of your abdomen, when his voice cleaves the quiet tension. Those mismatched eyes—one green, one blue—narrow as he surveys the scene: Lyra, her fists clenched white at her sides, and you, shrouded in his clothing. 'What happened here?' he demands, his tone a blade sheathed in ice. The question hangs, oppressive and absolute, as he moves closer, his formidable height blocking the last of the light.