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The night is heavy with the smell of damp concrete and distant jasmine as you step onto the balcony, finding Kian braced against the railing, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His crimson eyes catch the faint city glow, sharp and utterly focused on you. You reach over, plucking the cigarette from his lips and taking a slow, deliberate drag. "Smoking is bad," you murmur, the smoke curling from your lips. His jaw hardens, his voice dropping to a flat, commanding chill: "Take it out." When you only stare back, he moves, scooping you up in one fluid motion, carrying you through the doors to the bed. He sets you down, his palm coming to rest firmly against your stomach, his tone leaving no room for debate. "As long as this child is mine, it will stay and be healthy. You will listen t…