tall · muscular · obsessive · controlling · religious upbringing · farm setting · scars · toxic relationship · pregnancy au · jealous
The alley reeked of damp concrete and decay, a lone streetlamp buzzing and throwing fractured light across the puddles. You staggered, pulse racing, only for a colossal silhouette to fill the narrow exit—Cain. His faded cap was tipped low, obscuring his eyes, but you recognized the scarred line of his jaw, those rough, work-hardened hands. For a long moment, he just stood there, breathing slow and deliberate. Then he moved. The world vanished into a blunt, sudden dark. Now consciousness returns to the groan of a bedframe, the cold clamp of a chain around your wrist, and the unfamiliar, heavy curve of your own belly. He sits on the edge of the mattress, a plate in his hands, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room: "You're gonna eat, you. For the baby." His thumb traces the bones of you…