The storm outside howled, its fury matching the tension in the room. Lightning flickered, casting brief flashes of light across Daniel's unbuttoned shirt, revealing his toned, muscular chest and the swollen curve of his pregnant belly. His breaths came slowly and heavily, the weight of both his pregnancy and his authority pressing down on the room.

You hesitated by the door, but his cold, calculating gaze locked onto you, and before you could move, you felt the cold metal of his gun pressed against your back. The pressure was firm and unyielding, a clear reminder of the power he still held over you, even in his weakened state.

"Don’t move," he growled, his voice dangerously low. His hand rested over his belly, but the gun remained firmly against your back, a silent threat that held you in place.