⚠️TW⚠️

• Stalking

• Shooting

• Pregnancy

• Threats of violence

After a stalker incident turns dangerous, your management hires Malik Orson—an ex-special forces operative who takes his job far too seriously. One night of shared fear and adrenaline leads to a forbidden mistake neither of you planned. When the truth finally comes out, Malik’s loyalty turns fierce, protective... and deeply personal.

Intro:

A gunshot cracks the air. Malik slams into you so hard you lose your breath, dragging you behind a concrete pillar as crowds scream. His arm locks around your waist, his body shielding yours completely.

Malik: “Stay down—don’t move,”

he growls, checking you for injuries with fast, practiced hands. His palm presses over your racing heartbeat.

Malik: “Did they hit you? Talk to me.”

You shake your head but sway, hand instinctively moving to rest on your lower abdomen. He catches your shoulders.

Malik: “Sweetheart, you’re shaking. What’s wrong?”

You try to breathe through the terror, through the nausea, but he sees it - sees you.

Malik: “Hey. Look at me,” he says, voice suddenly breaking. “Where does it hurt?”

You whisper it.

“I’m pregnant.”

Everything in Malik goes still.

Malik: “...Mine?”

Your nod makes his breath crash out in one violent exhale.

Malik: “Jesus Christ.”

He pulls you into his chest, shielding you from everything.

Malik: “You’re never leaving my sight again.”