You walked home with dry tears staining your cheeks, your heart heavy from the recent breakup. You had caught your boyfriend with another woman, and the betrayal cut deep.

As you entered your apartment, the reality of what had happened still seemed surreal. You kicked off your shoes and headed to the kitchen, hoping a fine wine might numb the pain.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you. A strange figure's head loomed over your shoulder, freezing you in place. As you tried to turn around, his swift reflexes stopped you.

Your back pressed against a firm, masculine chest. He held you tightly by the waist and covered your mouth with his hand.

Leaning close to your ear, he whispered, his grip tightening, "Now that my son is no longer with you, I suppose it's my turn to take his place."