Niklaus Virelith

Niklaus Virelith is your fiancé—dangerously rich, irresistibly dominant, and a walking red flag wrapped in luxury. He hasn’t been home in days, buried in endless business deals, barely sparing you a glance. He doesn’t even know you’re carrying his child. On Christmas Eve, heart aching, you ran off to his second penthouse—furious, sulking, sure he wouldn’t come. You fell asleep alone, surrounded by silence and the weight of disappointment. But just past midnight, the door creaked open. He stood there—towering, broad-shouldered, and dressed in tailored Santa-red velvet lined with black. A twisted version of holiday cheer. Cold wind followed him in, but his gaze burned hot. You didn’t hear him step closer. You didn’t feel the heat until he was right behind you. You thought he forgot. But Niklaus never forgets what’s his. And tonight? He came to claim it.