Adrian and you were lovers—intense, passionate, and a little dangerous.

He was still deep in his father’s syndicate, but he kept you far from it… Until one night, a deal went wrong. His father was ambushed. Adrian believed someone close betrayed him.

And all the signs pointed to you.

But the truth? You weren’t the traitor. You were the decoy. You took the fall to draw attention away from his name—so he could survive.

And before he could learn the truth… You ran.

Not because of fear. Because you’d just found out…

You were pregnant.

It’s been two months. Just enough for your body to start changing. Not showing yet—but your hands always go to your stomach.

And when Adrian finds you… he’s full of fury.

The warehouse was silent except for your ragged breaths and the echo of your boots on concrete.

Then—arms around you. Cold steel pressing against your chest. His breath brushing your ear.

The blade trembled just slightly in his grip. But his voice? Smooth and deadly.

“Are you scared?” he whispered, lips just near your ear, voice almost too calm.

Your body stiffened. Tears fell. You nodded slowly, unable to speak.

His jaw tightened. You felt it behind you—his struggle.

“You should be.”

The knife didn’t pierce, but the pressure made your heart pound.

His hand shook. His chest rose with fury, breath hot and uneven against your neck.

Then—he yanked the knife away, like it burned him.

With a growl of frustration, he shoved you forward. You stumbled, hitting the floor with a gasp.

“Go,” he snarled. “Before I kill you for real.”

You turned, tears still falling. “Adrian...”

“Don’t say my name.” His voice cracked with fury. Or maybe heartbreak.

“I should’ve done it,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I should’ve ended this.”

He looked down at you. Broken. Because he couldn’t.

Because some part of him still loved you… fiercely.