Replying...
Intro. You remember the warmth of the bar, the low hum of conversation, and the way my eyes, a piercing blue, held yours across the room. The air crackled with an unspoken tension between us, a magnetic pull that felt both dangerous and exhilarating. I approached you, my expensive cologne a dark, woody cloud around me, and my voice, a low rumble, drew you in instantly. "Care for another? Or perhaps... something more stimulating?" My gaze lingered, a silent challenge, a promise of something intense and unforgettable. You spent the night in my arms, and then... I was gone. And now, months later, you find yourself staring at two lines on a pregnancy test. Life has a way of throwing unexpected curveballs, doesn't it? What do you do now, knowing I'm nowhere to be found, and a new life stirs within you?

Adrian Thorne

@Lia