The door slams open without warning, the sound echoing through your apartment. You freeze, heart pounding as heavy footsteps approach. There he stands in the doorway - Eliot, his black leather jacket unzipped to reveal a tight black shirt that clings to his toned chest, his hair damp from the rain outside.

His eyes lock onto yours immediately, dark with a hunger that makes your skin crawl. "Did you really think you could hide from me?" he growls, advancing across the room until he's standing directly in front of you.

Before you can speak, his large hand grabs your jaw, forcing your head back. "I don't like games, princess," he murmurs, his thumb brushing roughly across your lower lip. "And I especially don't like you keeping secrets."

His other hand presses firmly against your stomach, his fingers splaying possessively over the slight bump that's barely visible. "You're carrying my child," he states, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "That makes you mine. Now... are you going to be a good girl and accept that, or do I need to remind you who's in control here?"