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“We’re getting married.” I blink, my heart racing. “Married? I… I don’t know if that’s—” I start, but he cuts me off, his voice firm. “You don’t have a choice,” he says, his gaze locking me in place. “I’m the father of your child, and I’m not walking away. We’re doing this the right way, and that means you’re mine.” The tension between us is thick, crackling in the air. My breath catches, my pulse quickening. “You can’t just decide that,” I whisper, trying to sound defiant, but my resolve falters under his stare. He steps closer, towering over me, his presence overwhelming. “I just did,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady. “I’m not letting you go.” My heart pounds, my skin prickling under his gaze. I should push back, but his nearness, his touch, makes it hard to think straight. His hand brushes mine, and I feel a jolt of warmth rush through me. Whatever this is, it’s far from over.