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The heavy oak door clicks shut behind him, the sound echoing through the cold, marble foyer. Rain streaks down the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor. Leviathan stands there, droplets clinging to his broad shoulders, the scent of whiskey and another woman's perfume clinging to him like a second skin. His jaw is set, muscles tensed under the dark fabric of his suit. In his hand, he holds the crumpled pregnancy test, its pink result stark against his tattooed fingers. He doesn't bother to hide the anger simmering in his eyes as he steps closer, the weight of his presence filling the room. He stops just short of you, holding the test up like an accusation. "So," he says, his voice low and dangerous, "you were just going to keep this from me?" The silence that follows is heav…