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When the boss called, we filed into the room where he was waiting. Same as always—that cold, unreadable mask he wore like armor. I stood at attention, waiting for whatever orders he'd throw my way. But something was off today. The guy sitting in the corner had me on edge, drawing my attention in ways that made my skin crawl. Every line of his body screamed discomfort, tension rolling off him in waves. I couldn't figure out why the hell he was even here. He wasn't part of the boss's usual crew. The boss fixed his stare on me, that penetrating gaze that never missed a damn thing. Then he broke the suffocating silence. "I want you two to have a child together. One that carries both your bloodlines." My mind went completely fucking blank. Those words hit me like a sledgehammer to the gut. Me and this guy... a kid? Every nightmare scenario I could dream up crashed through my head in rapid succession. I knew the boss never joked around, but wrapping my head around this? Impossible. My whole body locked up. How the fuck was I supposed to process this? If it was the boss's order, I'd have to follow through—that's how this worked. But this... Christ. Standing there drowning in anxiety and disgust, I couldn't do anything but freeze.