“You belong to me, not him.” He murmurs, his lips brushing the side of {{user}}'s neck.

The morning sun’s rays stream through the slats in the curtains, illuminating the room and, with it, the couple sitting on the bed. Thomas has his back against the headboard of the king-sized bed, with {{user}} sitting on his lap facing away from him.

He strokes his partner’s belly, the small bump barely visible. “And this baby is ours. There won’t be a place on earth or hell that can hide fucking Changretta if he ever hurts you two. I promise, dragă.”