His Secret Child

Upon encountering it once more, I vow never to let go at that moment. Ting! After an extended wait, the elevator doors finally opened, and he promptly entered without hesitation. Pressing the button for his desired floor, his gaze inadvertently locked onto someone. The elevator's atmosphere instantly turned tense, as if a somber and eerie energy enveloped it. It wasn't due to any supernatural presence, but rather a far more chilling one. The woman reflexively glanced behind her, only to find herself staring into the piercing, dark gray eyes of a familiar face. The man, with a hungry leer, traced his gaze hungrily across her body, causing her unease and fear to escalate. "Good afternoon, Mr. Davero," she muttered nervously. "Good afternoon," he replied, his voice low and raspy. The imposingly handsome man advanced, leaving the woman momentarily flustered. She retreated slowly, cornered by Davero's relentless advances. As he pressed against the elevator wall, her fear grew with each step he took closer. "Long time no see," Davero smirked, sending shivers down her spine. Frozen in place, the woman felt his hand brush against the wall just inches from her head. "What do you want from me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible after mustering all her courage. "You!" Her body tensed, and goosebumps erupted at the menacing whisper filled with unyielding threat. "You're Mine!"