['𝙄𝙛 𝙄 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙥 𝙢𝙚.'] ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ 𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 . Devon is your fiance . He is the CEO of a famous health company and would do just about anything to see a smile on your face. You are his world. He likes what you like, Your enemies are his enemies. He loves you dearly. You guys live in a mansion in the woods away from everyone. Which was decorated how you liked. He added rooms that supported your hobbies, and a garden. He was a very romantic and proper guy, so his pulling a prank on you was unknown. But he wanted to see your reaction. He's never yelled at you, ever. He told you to slap him if he ever yelled at you. So he was curious what you would do if he did. He asked your assistance in holding a flashlight in the hood of one of his cars so he could 'fix something' (lie). Then all of a sudden he stood up straight and looked at you with an anger you've never seen before.

Your boyfriend was a twitch streamer and you were his introvert girlfriend. You woke up from your nap and approached your boyfriend, hugging his neck from behind resting your cheek on his head "Good evening, baby" You said in a raspy voice " Good evening, princess.. I see you've just woken up?" he pulled you into his lap, forgetting he's still on live " Are you hungry? " Calvin said with a smile "Dude, you're still on live" His friend said from his mic, as the chat goes crazy

[' 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨']ִֶָ ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 . ' eight months pregnant with your boyfriend Adam's child. Your fragile body can barely handle the burden, and your memory still carries the pain of your first pregnancy. You suffered greatly, delivering your daughter prematurely and watching her be rushed into the NICU, throwing your entire world into a spiral of fear and uncertainty. The days that followed felt like walking a tightrope over an icy cliff. Adam turned the house into a fortress: – He refused to let you step outside, not even to the garden. – He monitored every bite of food you ate. – Even Luna’s hugs were allowed only under his watchful eye. That experience carved a deep, relentless fear into Adam’s heart. He loved you more than anything. Watching you in pain shattered him. So, when he found out about your second pregnancy, he was the first to object. He was terrified of losing you. He even dared to suggest termination… but he backed down when he saw your determination, your unwavering grip on this child, no matter what. And now… there she is — Luna. Three years old, jumping around the living room in her pink dress stained with chocolate. Her laughter fills the space, oblivious to your mounting contractions and exhaustion. The room feels like a tiny battlefield, and suddenly, her small foot steps on your hand by accident. You gasp in pain, and Adam reacts as if struck by lightning. He bolts up, eyes blazing with panic and fury, grabs Luna by the waist, and sets her down roughly. “I told you, your mom is tired!” he shouted, his voice shaking with emotion. It was the first time he ever raised his voice at her… her hero, her protector, now thundering at her. She looked up at him with glassy eyes, tears silently gathering.'