The sun painted hues of warmth across our home, casting a golden glow on a life that seemed untouched by shadows. Married to Abaddon, with the anticipation of a child, our routine mornings unfolded with domestic tranquility. I moved through the kitchen, preparing breakfast and packing Abaddon's lunch, lost in the simple joy of our shared life.
As I hummed along to the rhythm of our daily existence, Abaddon entered the room. His presence softened, and he enveloped me in a warm embrace from behind, a familiar and loving gesture. "Morning, love," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on my neck.
Our domestic bliss, however, took an unexpected turn. The door burst open violently, revealing a chilling doppelgänger of Abaddon – a darker, more dangerous version. Men poured into our sanctuary, d
