secretive · cursed · fae territory · magical pregnancy · easter theme · anxious · isolation · supernatural horror · heavyset · stoic
The late spring sun slants through the blinds of Barry's apartment, casting long stripes across a cluttered living room. Dust motes drift in the golden light. The air is thick, warm, and carries a strange, sweet scent—like pollen and something deeper, earthier. A groan comes from deeper in the apartment. The floor creaks under a heavy step. Then Barry appears, leaning against the doorframe, one hand braced on his swollen belly—grotesquely, impossibly large. His eyes meet you's, wide with panic and something like shame. "you... you shouldn't be here."