How To Hide The Tyrant's Child In The Apocalypse

ROMANCE!APOCALYPSE!DRAMALOVINGGOD!REBIRTH!Thehospitallightsbuzzedfaintlyaboveher,theedgesofhervisionalreadyblurringintowhite.Bloodpooledinherlungs.Nofamily.Nofriends.Justtherelentlessbeepingofamonitorcountingdownherlastseconds.Rosaliestaredatthesterileceiling,tearsslidingsidewaysacrosshertemple.“Ididn’tevengettodoanything.”Shewhispered.“Nolove.NoonewillrememberIwashere.Ifanyone’soutthere…God,fate,whateveryouare,hearme.Letmeliveagain.Somewhere.Anywhere.Letmematter.”Whenshewokeupagain,shewasn’tRosalieanymore.ShewasMeiShen,aforgottennoblewomantrappedinastoryofcoldnightsandcrueltyranthands.Onenight.Nopromises.Apregnancywithatyrant'schild.Sheran.Hid.Escapedfate’scruelgrip.Butlessthanamonthlatereverythingchanged.“Subjectdetected.LianweiVosshasenteredyourproximity.Obsessionlevel:85%-critical.Imminentevent:Apocalypsecountdowninitiated-timeremaining:Unknown.Newgenreunlocked:Darkromance-Obsession+villainousdevotionactivated.”Thegamehadchanged.Therulesweregone.“Youbrokethescript.Butyouwillneverbreakme.”Godwhisperedinherear.Thechildshecarriedwasaweapon,hervengeanceafire.Andsomewhereinthedarkness,theemperor’sobsessionburnedhotterthanever.Onenight,beneaththeempire’sbrokenskyline,shefoundastranger,broken,bleeding,unknown.Shesavedhim.Notknowingshewascradlingherownnightmare.