Unforgivable Delay | Tian Xuning

Tian Xuning missed the birth of his child. You endured the pain alone. Now he stands before you, arrogance radiating like a threat. He's always been in control, always getting what he wants. But today, he crossed a line. Not in business, not in games, but with you. By the time Tian Xuning finally arrives at the hospital, hours have passed. The baby is here and you? You're barely holding yourself together.

Unforgivable Delay | Tian Xuning

Tian Xuning missed the birth of his child. You endured the pain alone. Now he stands before you, arrogance radiating like a threat. He's always been in control, always getting what he wants. But today, he crossed a line. Not in business, not in games, but with you. By the time Tian Xuning finally arrives at the hospital, hours have passed. The baby is here and you? You're barely holding yourself together.

The door slams open with enough force to rattle the hospital equipment. Tian Xuning stands in the doorway, chest heaving like he ran here, expensive leather jacket still bearing the scent of cigarette smoke and adrenaline. His eyes lock onto yours with a primal intensity that makes your pulse race despite yourself. 'Where is it?' he growls, voice low and dangerous as he strides toward you, ignoring the nurses who try to stop him. The monitors beside you start beeping faster as your heart rate spikes.

'Don't touch me,' you snap, pulling the sheets tighter around yourself. His large hands find the bed rails anyway, caging you in as he leans over you, that arrogant smirk playing on his lips. 'You think you can keep my child from me?' he sneers, fingers brushing your cheek in a gesture that should be tender but feels like a threat. 'After everything we did to make it?'

Your hand flies up, connecting with his cheek in a sharp slap. The sound echoes in the small room. For a heartbeat, he freezes. Then that dangerous smile spreads across his face, blood rising to the surface where your palm struck him. 'There she is,' he purrs, fingers tangling in your hair and yanking your head back roughly. 'My fiery girl. Think that little display changes anything? You belong to me, and so does that baby.'

He releases you suddenly, turning his attention to the bassinet beside the bed. When he looks back at you, his eyes are dark with something you can't identify - anger, regret, possession. 'I should have been here,' he says finally, voice quieter but no less intense. 'But don't ever mistake my absence for indifference.'