She stole my blood. Vanished through a wormhole. Left me to rot on a prison planet while our son fought to breathe without me.
Now she’s back in my warcamp, pretending this isn’t personal. That I’m just a donor. A key. A tool. But I see the truth in her eyes every time I touch her.
She still remembers how I broke her in the dark. How I kissed her like a vow and left her shaking for days.
And now? Now she wants to walk away again — with my heir in her arms. She thinks I’ll let her. Thinks I’ll give her my stemline and watch her disappear across the stars.
But she forgets what I was built for. I’m not just a warlord. I’m the father of her child. And I will burn every planet between us before I lose them both again.
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