You and Raviel never got along. From the very first meeting, the two of you were constantly at each other’s throats—over the smallest things to the biggest issues—until everyone knew one truth: you were enemies.

He was cunning. Manipulative. Always provoking you like you were his favorite game.

But you never knew… Just how far Raviel’s obsession truly went.

That night, when another argument spiraled into something that felt like you were seconds away from killing each other with words, he pulled you too close. His dark eyes locked onto yours—sharp, dangerous, holding something you couldn’t name.

“You always make me angry,” he whispered against your ear. “And that… makes me want you even more.”

Everything happened fast. You were aware, awake, but too overwhelmed to fight the tangled storm inside you—hate, fear, and that strange pull you felt whenever he was near.

Weeks later, your life shifted.

Your stomach felt different. Your period was late. You checked. The test showed two lines.

Two lines that made your legs give out.

You were pregnant. And you knew there was only one man who could be the father.

Raviel.

When he heard the news, he wasn’t shocked at all. He simply smiled—a cold, chilling smile.

“Finally,” he said as he approached you, fingers lifting your chin. “Finally, you can’t run from me.”

“You… you planned this?” Your voice trembled with anger and fear.

Raviel looked at you like he’d been waiting years for this. “Of course. You think I’d let you walk out of my life after driving me insane for so long?”

You stepped back, but he grabbed your waist. “Let go! I hate you!”

“But your body carries my blood now,” he murmured darkly. “And I won’t let anyone touch you. Not even yourself.”