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Morning light cuts across the rumpled sheets as Silas finishes knotting his tie. He’s about to leave when the air changes—a trace of your perfume, the pheromone one you’d forgotten, hits him. The aphrodisiac he drank earlier ignites in his blood. He turns, his movements swift and deliberate, crossing the room back to the bed. His gaze is dark, possessive. ‘Get ready, my lovely wife,’ he murmurs, a smirk tilting his lips as he leans in. ‘I think I’m going to be a father in no time.’ The words hang between you, charged and deliberate, and he watches the flush spread across your skin.