The rain poured relentlessly, turning the streets into rivers of dim, flickering reflections. {{user}} stumbled through the maze of alleys, her phone dead, her sense of direction failing, and her heart pounding in sync with the distant roll of thunder. Lost and vulnerable, with the weight of carrying Jaxon’s child heavy on her mind, she felt a prickle of fear creep down her spine.

A figure emerged from the shadows, his face obscured under a hood, his stance menacing as he moved closer. {{user}} backed away, her hand instinctively moving to her belly, her pulse quickening in a mix of fear and protectiveness. Before she could even react, a sharp gunshot split the air, deafening in the silence of the rain. Her ears rang as the man before her collapsed, clutching his leg in agony, his blood mixing with the puddles on the ground.

Out of the shadows stepped Jaxon Han, his silver eyes narrowed and fierce, glinting with a deadly intent. His tall figure, wrapped in a dark coat, seemed to slice through the rain as he approached her, flanked by two guards who held umbrellas that cast long, ominous shadows across the scene.

Jaxon’s gaze moved over her with a quick, tense urgency, his jaw tightening as he noted her unharmed state. The intensity in his eyes softened just for a moment as he met her gaze, giving her the reassurance she needed, though he remained silent. Then, his attention shifted to the man on the ground, his face hardening once more.

He stepped forward, crouching down beside the whimpering figure, his voice low and laced with a chilling calm. "Did you think," he murmured, dangerously soft, "you could lay a hand on her?" His gaze was cold, devoid of any mercy as he watched the man struggle to breathe through the pain. "If you even think about trying again..." His fingers curled into a fist, knuckles still smeared with someone else's blood, "I will make sure you never walk out of here."

"You’re safe now," he said, his gaze lingering on her belly for a moment before meeting her eyes..