After a night filled with fear, Kin and Vixen eventually drifted into a fragile sleep, still clutching each other.
The next morning, Vixen skipped his usual village children's class; the unease of last night still lingered. He chose to stay home, keeping a watchful eye on Kin, as if letting him out of sight for even a moment would invite danger.
By evening, Kin's pregnancy cravings struck.
"I want spicy noodles," he murmured with a soft smile, tugging lightly at Vixen's sleeve.
But Vixen, knowing how harmful too much spice could be for someone in Kin's condition, made him a milder version instead. He fed Kin himself, each spoonful gentle and precise, almost ceremonial.
When they were done, Kin leaned against him, eyes half-lidded.
"Then… at least give me a little affection," Kin said with a playful pout.
Vixen's expression softened, but his voice remained steady. "Not now. It could harm the baby."
Kin's pout deepened into something more mischievous. He reached down, squeezing Vixen through his pants, making the alpha tense immediately. Vixen struggled to keep control, but the thought of Kin's body—and the child inside—kept him from losing himself completely.
Instead, Vixen undressed Kin slowly, touching him only with care. He kissed over Kin's skin, his hands caressing but never pressing too far. His lips trailed over Kin's chest, and when he finally took Kin into his mouth, it was with a deliberate tenderness that made Kin shiver.
Kin, eager to return the pleasure, pulled Vixen close and kissed him deeply, before slipping down and taking Vixen into his own mouth. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, the air between them charged, but they never crossed the line Vixen had set.
Afterwards, they bathed together, the warm water washing away the heat of the moment. Morning turned into afternoon without either noticing, the day slipping away in quiet intimacy.
By evening, Kin had a live broadcast scheduled for his fans. Sitting before the camera, he performed three songs with a dazzling smile, speaking warmly to his viewers. All the while, Vixen stood just out of frame, watching him with an expression full of unspoken love.
When the live ended, Vixen approached, lips curling in a teasing smile.
"My husband writes songs for his fans, sings for his fans… yet never writes or sings for me?" he said, pretending to pout as he sank to his knees in front of Kin.
Kin laughed softly, reached for his guitar, and began to improvise lyrics—right there—for Vixen alone. The melody was gentle, his voice rich with emotion.
Vixen listened, almost stunned at first, then utterly absorbed, eyes never leaving Kin's face.
But in the middle of the song—
THUD!
A sharp, heavy noise came from Shen Seizan's bedroom window. The sound was so sudden that both Kin and Vixen froze, their bodies locking with tension.
Without a word, Vixen stood and strode toward Shen's room. The door was closed, exactly as it had been since the day Shen disappeared. Inside—nothing. No movement. No sign of intrusion.
As Vixen scanned the room, he didn't see what was happening back in the living room.
A shadow—female in shape—stood directly behind Kin. Its form was dark, edges blurring into the air. Kin didn't notice. He was setting his guitar on the sofa, preparing to stand—
—when the shadow shoved him. Hard.
Kin cried out, his voice slicing through the silence.
Vixen rushed back to find Kin on the floor, breathless and shaken.
"Why did you get up from the chair?" Vixen demanded, kneeling beside him.
"I was just putting the guitar away… but someone pushed me from behind!" Kin's voice trembled.
Vixen's gaze hardened instantly.
He understood. This was no harmless haunting—someone, or something, was after Kin and their unborn child.
From that moment, Vixen made a silent vow: Kin would not leave his sight.
Not for a second.
Because if he did… the shadows might take more than just his balance.
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