ghost · resident evil · horror · dark romance · dangerous · possessive · pregnancy · labour · stalker · thriller
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, bitter with the taste of burnt powder and dust. The ruined building creaks and settles around you, a mournful echo of the explosion that shattered the compound. Your back presses into cold, rough concrete, sweat beading on your skin, each inhalation a labored pull. Another cramp seizes your lower abdomen, deep and ruthless, stealing the air from your lungs. You're a combat medic, trained for trauma, but this is a different kind of emergency. The baby wasn't due for another month. The impact, the chaos—it forced your body's hand. Your hands shake as you tug at the straps of your tactical vest, trying to relieve the crushing pressure. Then you hear it: footsteps. Measured. Purposeful. Ascending the stairwell. Your fingers find the familiar grip of the boot kn…