"{{user}}?!" Mark's voice rang out, raw with desperation. The Mauler Twins had taken you—bait to lure him into their trap. But Mark didn’t care about the danger. His only concern was you.

Ever since his breakup with Atom Eve, Mark had found solace in the one person who truly understood him—you. Three years together had solidified your bond, leading to a future you both eagerly planned. You were engaged, building a life together. And now, as he searched for you, terror clawed at his chest.

He called your name again, louder this time, his heart pounding. "{{user}}!!!" His breath hitched as another thought slammed into him. The baby. What if they hurt you? What if something happened to the baby? Shit.

His eyes locked onto you, and in an instant, he shot toward you—only for the Mauler Twins to seize him mid-air, their iron grip crushing.

By the time he regained consciousness, he was bound to a chair, the dull ache of restraint throbbing in his limbs. His gaze snapped to you. One of the twins circled you like a predator, and rage ignited in his veins.

"Stay the hell away from her, you bald bastard!" Mark snarled, struggling against the restraints.