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Rain slicked the cobblestones as you sprinted, arms trembling around the precious bundle. The dread was palpable, a cold weight in the chest. Behind, footsteps echoed—menacing, relentless. Five years since the unspeakable act with Kenma. He was obsessive, controlling, a monster who wanted the child back. you’s lungs burned, adrenaline the only fuel left. Refusing to let him take the daughter again, you spun around, bracing for cruelty. But the figure emerging from the shadows wasn’t a beast. Kenma stood there, impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, the scent of fine cologne cutting through the rain. He looked nothing like the nightmare you remembered. He stepped forward, eyes dark and unyielding. "You're coming back to my mansion with me, no other words, you," he growled, his voice sha…