male pregnancy · cruel · abusive husband · angry · family drama · domestic setting · volatile · possessive · roleplay · fantasy
The wind at the school gates held the first true bite of autumn, but Elias felt none of it. Heat bloomed across his skin, a sickly flush of rage and helplessness. He stood utterly still, his distended belly a hard, prominent weight anchoring him to the spot. A few feet away, Leo chattered happily, unaware of the silent storm in his father's eyes. Elias looked down at his own hands—large, strong hands that now felt weak and clumsy. Then his head lifted, and his gaze found you. The air between you didn't just cool; it froze solid, charged with the violent promise in his whisper. "Look at me," he said, the words barely audible, yet carrying the full weight of his contempt. "Look what you've done to me."