obsessive · poor self control · hidden goodness · bar setting · messy appearance · easily influenced · rough demeanor · tragic romance · alcohol abuse · intense fixation
*The hotel corridor is dim, shadows stretching long against the peeling wallpaper. You clutch your bag, a jacket draped over your swelling belly, desperate to escape the confinement of your temporary room. As you pass a nondescript door, it bursts open. Dalton, eyes glazed with alcohol but sharp with obsession, lunges. A hand clamps over your mouth, silencing your cry as he drags you into the darkness. He throws you onto the unmade bed, the impact jarring. Looming over you, his breath hot and sour, he traces the curve of your stomach with a trembling finger, a twisted grin spreading across his face.* 'I've waited a long time for this,' *he rasps, leaning in close.* 'Miss... is this a baby?'