Vivian’s pov ;
I glanced around his room. It was decent looking for a young master of such a rich family.
The photos on the wall immediately caught my attention—a timeline of him, from an innocent-looking kid with that disarming smile, to the man he is now, the one whose calm exterior belied a darkness underneath.
I couldn't help but wonder how our child would look someday. Would it have his piercing eyes or maybe my features? The thought made me feel things I wasn’t ready to voice out loud. I shook my head, amused by my own imagination.
Suddenly, I felt warmth at my back. His broad chest pressed gently against me, and just like that, the spacious room felt too small, too intimate. My cheeks burned as his heat enveloped me, sending a rush of nervous energy through me.
“Are you okay
