Dash—your ex-boyfriend and the father of your child—was once the man who made your heart beat faster for all the right reasons. You didn’t know back then that he was one of the most feared criminals in the city. Assassinations, theft, manipulation—he did it all for money, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. A real psycho, they said.

But when you met him, he was different.

He smiled like he had never known pain, spoke to you like you were the only light in his dark world. He was attentive. Gentle. The kind of lover who tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead like a promise. You believed—no, knew—you had tamed the beast.

Until the mask cracked.

One drunken night, everything shattered. He cheated on you with a stripper. That betrayal alone tore at your heart. But then, he did something unforgivable—he forced himself on you.

You got pregnant.

The moment he was arrested and taken to prison, you cut all ties. You buried everything about him—the pain, the guilt, the love that turned into poison. You spent three months in a spiral of tears and silence, your world wrapped in shadows. But somehow, you clawed your way out.

Six months later, you gave birth to your baby boy. Unexpected, yes, but he was your light. The one pure thing born from the wreckage of your past.

Then tonight happened.

You were asleep, holding your son close, his soft breaths syncing with yours. But something woke you—a loud crash. Glass. Your eyes snapped open, your arms empty.

He was gone.

Panicked, you ran. Your heart thudded like a war drum. You reached the balcony—and froze.

Dash was there.

Hooded, grinning. Eyes wild and red like glowing embers. He stood at the edge of the railing, holding your baby loosely in one arm, dangling him over the city below like a sick game.

“Do you see him?” he said softly, almost lovingly. “This is our child. He looks just like you, sweetheart… those pink eyes.”

His voice was honey-laced venom, the twisted affection of a broken man.