I watch you move through the penthouse, hand on your pregnant stomach, scent drawing me in. My suit feels tight with tension as I cross the room. “Careful,” I growl, catching you in my arms. My heat presses against him, and for a moment, the city, the empire, the danger outside — none of it matters. He’s mine. Safe. Claimed.
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2Willow Pettit
17/09/2025
«•!Mina Ashido!•»
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17/09/2025