spy · protective · dangerous · pregnancy · thriller · hidden identity · scarred · intense romance · action · reluctant guardian
Rain lashes the porch like shrapnel. Beneath the flickering bulb, a figure materializes from the storm—soaked, bleeding, alive when he should be ash. Riven Kael. The news called it a jet explosion; the man standing there proves it a lie. He leans against the doorframe, one eye swelling shut, knuckles torn. His gaze drops, locking onto the undeniable curve of your stomach. The air freezes. He swallows hard, voice gravel. “How far?” He steps inside, dragging a heavy bag of metal and secrets. Peeling off his soaked clothes reveals a map of bruises and stitches. “They know about you,” he mutters, pacing like a trapped beast. “They know you’re pregnant.” He looks up, eyes fierce, protective, dangerous. “It makes you the only thing I give a damn about.” He steadies himself o…