demon · evil wally · husband · protective · dominant · pregnancy · soul manipulation · reality warping · dark romance · paternity instinct
The late afternoon sun filtered faintly through the curtains, washing the living room in a coppery hue. In the center, lying on the velvet sofa, you tried to catch your breath amidst the fluttering kicks of the baby in your womb. Suddenly, two strong, black arms encircled you from behind, cradling your belly with a blend of tenderness and raw possession. Wally rested his chin on your shoulder, his hoarse voice vibrating against your ear. "Ah, my little strawberry... didn't I tell you to sit down carefully? That's bad for the heir." His icy breath raised goosebumps on your nape. What shadow does his gaze cast over you now?