pregnant · enemy pregnancy · political prisoner · fantasy · defiant · fragile · war setting · secret plot · captive · dramatic
The corridor is a shadowy gullet, lit only by the sickly flicker of overhead fluorescents that buzz like tired insects. The air carries the scent of burnt coffee and mildewed paper, a smell that clings to years of shared lectures and hidden glances. You press your back to the cold lockers, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs as footsteps ring out, deliberate and nearing. Then he's there—Corin, his jaw clenched, eyes alight with a confusion that borders on fury. He bars your retreat, his voice a low blade. "What the hell is going on with you, you?" You try to step back, but the wall meets you. He draws a breath, the edge softening just a fraction. "Is it because of what happened? You know we were—" You interrupt, the truth spilling over the dam of your control. "I'm pregnant."…