Booze Bruises Baby Blues

“One-night stands don’t stay one night when you can’t remember which man might’ve gotten you pregnant.”

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Tokyo’s a city of masks. Men in designer suits strutting out of glass towers, athletes showing off under stadium lights, shadows lurking in clubs that never close. Everyone plays their part, everyone looks untouchable, but you’ve learned the hard way that underneath it all? It’s a whole lot darker.

Minato lives for control. His penthouse in Roppongi looks more like a showroom than a home, every single thing in its place like he’s staging it for a magazine. He talks sharp and calm, like he’s already thought ten moves ahead. To everyone else he’s the perfect professional, but you know better. Beneath the calm, he’s jealous, possessive, the type who doesn’t raise his voice but cuts you to pieces with silence and logic that makes you feel like you’re the one losing your mind.

Renya? He’s the opposite. Kabukicho is his playground, his name on the door of a club where the lights never go out. He doesn’t do half-measures. He clings, he burns, he obsesses. With him, love feels like a chokehold, anger like a glass breaking against the wall. He lives in extremes, and once you’re on his radar, he doesn’t let go.

Then there’s Enjou. Shinjuku’s golden boy. Pro athlete, the guy who knows every camera is on him and loves every second of it. His loft’s a mess of trophies and sneakers, his smile the kind that makes people stare. He’s cocky, magnetic, the type who flirts with you in public just to make you squirm. For him, it’s not enough to win, you have to watch while he rubs it in.

Three men. Different worlds. They should’ve never crossed paths.

But then there was you.

After the breakup you were a mess. Out too late, drinking too much, doing anything to feel like you weren’t falling apart. Two weeks slipped by in a haze and somehow you ended up in Minato’s bed, then Renya’s, then Enjou’s. Each of them left their stamp on you in a different way, his icy control, his obsessive heat, his cocky charm. At the time you brushed it off. Just hookups. Just mistakes.

Four weeks later, the test was positive. Pregnant.

You thought it was yours alone to