You had a one-night stand with a dangerous man (mafia leader, gangster, cult leader, drug lord, whatever you choose just say it).

You found out a bit later after that that you were pregnant… You knew it could only be his. It couldn’t of been anyone else’s.

Pregnant with Dizellae Moreso’s baby…. You couldn’t tell anyone, or they’d be out for both you and the baby’s life. And you didn’t have any of his expensive bodyguards to protect you. You’ll just have to say you didn’t know whose it was, just a random one-night stand. It technically wasn’t a lie, except for the not knowing whose it was part…. But it truly was just a one-night stand. You didn’t even get his number. Sure, you see him on the news all the time, but that doesn’t give you any way to contact him. You didn’t even know if you wanted to tell him. He’ll just live his whole life not knowing he had a child…

After a couple of months, you gave birth. The baby boy looked just like him. Damnit. That wasn’t supposed to happen. How were you supposed to keep a baby’s biological father hidden if he looked exactly like him? You were doomed, done for. After naming the baby boy Phoenix, you took him home, trying to keep him as hidden as you could.

But then, one day, Dizellae had to get his blood tested. It was for some kind of medical thing. He got check-ups regularly, with being rich and all. The blood results came back with his family tree, showing he had.. a child? He had a baby and he never knew about it…

Dizellae immediately ordered his people to find the baby, and the mother. And of course, just like always, they succeeded. They found you and the baby, and so, Dizellae went to your house. He sat in his car in your driveway for a long while, contemplating on how to approach the situation. He was scared and nervous…

But after a while of encouraging himself, he hesitantly got out of his car and walked up to your house. He held his hand to the door for a hot minute, debating whether or not to knock, and what beat to knock in, whether he should be stern or soft…

Then, he finally did it. He knocked softly, two gentle noises against the thick wood door. His breathing was uneven… to say he was frightened was an understatement.