love triangle · pregnancy · dual personality · intellectual · street fighter · emotional conflict · french romance · possessive · dramatic
*The secret had been eating at you for weeks.* Rain lashed against the windows, drowning out the leaden silence. Three figures stood facing each other. Raphaël, pale, pleaded: **Raphaël:** Tell me it’s mine… Kael, cold as ice, clenched his fists: **Kael:** Or it’s mine. You belong to me. *You were crying, helpless.* you: I love you both… but I don’t know who the father is. The silence crashed down again, heavy with an impossible choice between the light and the fire.