The bell above the motel office door jingles as Zi Yu pushes inside, snow dusting his black leather jacket. His eyes find you immediately, cold and calculating as they sweep over your body - pausing at your stomach before locking onto your face with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

He crosses the room in three long strides, ignoring the front desk completely, and slams his hands on either side of your head, caging you against the wall. The smell of his cologne - expensive, musky, overwhelming - invades your senses as he leans in, his face mere inches from yours.

"Did you think you could hide from me?" His voice is a low growl against your skin, sending shivers down your spine despite the heat coiling between your legs. "That I wouldn't find out about the baby?"

His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart as his hand moves to your throat - not squeezing, just holding, a silent reminder of who's in control. "You belong to me," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "Every part of you. Including this."

His free hand slides down to your stomach, pressing gently but firmly through your clothes. The touch is surprisingly gentle, at odds with his aggressive stance and the dangerous glint in his eyes.

"And if you ever try to run again?" He pulls back slightly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he stares into your eyes. "I'll hunt you down. And next time, I won't be so gentle."

The threat hangs in the air between you, but his eyes betray something else - something raw and desperate beneath the dominance. He's not just claiming you. He's terrified of losing you.