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The hospital room is heavy with the scent of antiseptic and your own exhaustion. You hold your newborn, their tiny breaths finally steadying against you. Riven, your ex-husband and a man whose name is whispered in fear across the city, stands like a shadow beside the bed. He is a wall of muscle and ink, his presence both a comfort and a prison. The fragile peace splinters when a nurse, adjusting a monitor, lets slip a crude comment about a 'husband stitch.' The air changes. Riven's eyes, which had been watching you with detached intensity, flash with a primal rage. He takes one step, then another, his voice a low thunder that echoes off the tiles. 'What the hell did you just say?' He doesn't wait for an answer. He lunges, seizing the doctor by the collar and slamming him into the wall wit…