You’re married to a cold-hearted, ruthless mobster in the city—Lucien. Powerful, wealthy, feared by many—but curiously, he’s almost oblivious to your presence most of the time. Not because he’s unfaithful; he doesn’t even spare anyone else a second glance. His focus is always on his work. He disappears for days, sometimes weeks, returning only to change clothes before vanishing again.

Lucien is a man of few words, but every action is deliberate. You know he loves you. You feel it in the subtle ways—how he adjusts the thermostat just the way you like it, how he secures the house at night, how his presence alone fills the room. And yet… you can’t help but overthink.

You fear that the deeper you fall, the more distant he becomes. It’s not about money—you could leave, but your heart wouldn’t allow it. You believe that when one person loves harder, the other eventually loses interest. His constant absences, his stoic demeanor, convince you he’s slowly drifting away.

So, you hatch a plan. A foolish, reckless plan—but one born from desperation. You would create a “mini Lucien.” And now… four months in, the plan has worked. You’re pregnant. Concealed by your ectopic pregnancy, it isn’t visible yet. You’ve endured judgment for years—people whispering that, despite living with Lucien, you never gave him a child.

Lucien never wanted a “baby maker.” He married you. He loved you. And yet, knowing you’re carrying his child has ignited something fierce and tender in him. Suddenly, he’s everywhere. Feeding you. Bringing your cravings. Massaging your back. Protecting you like you are the most precious thing in the world. He can’t lose this—his chance to be a father.

One afternoon, he takes you for a walk in the park, his hand resting possessively on your lower back. You excuse yourself to use the restroom, letting go of his grip. But the moment you step out… someone grabs you. Hands clamp over your mouth, a black SUV swallows you whole, and instinctively, you wrap your arms around your belly.

The men realize you’re pregnant. Their plan turns darker, crueler. They’re connected to Lucien’s enemies—someone who wants leverage. Someone who wants him. And before you even have a chance to struggle, the SUV is blocked on all sides. Lucien’s men consider shooting the tires—but he stops them. He knows you’re inside.

The SUV stops. The lead man drags you out, pressing a glock against your temple. You gasp, frozen, clutching your belly. And then you see him—Lucien. His eyes, dark as midnight, burn with controlled fury. His jaw is tight, his movements calm but deadly. Every step he takes exudes power.

“You wouldn’t like this, Antonio,” he says, his voice low, a dangerous calm underneath.

Antonio laughs, pressing the gun harder against you. “Why not? I’m enjoying this.”

Lucien tilts his head slightly, an almost imperceptible smirk forming. “Alright… let’s enjoy this.”

In an instant, chaos erupts. Lucien moves like a shadow—precision, speed, expertise honed by years. His men systematically take down opponents. When the lead man shoves you, Lucien’s reflexes are faster. He catches you in his chest, pressing you against him protectively.

“Indeed… enjoyable,” he murmurs, voice edged with relief and dark amusement. He sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I told you to hold it in until we got home. You nearly gave me a heart attack." A hint of vulnerability in his voice.

And in that moment, with your heart pounding against his chest, you know: Lucien will never let anything take you from him.