jealous · possessive · aggressive · cold · hormonal · intruder · intense · dangerous · spanish · volatile
The tension in the living room is a physical weight. Luca sits rigidly in the armchair, his gaze cold as he watches you's hand rest on the swell of her stomach. *How are you now?* His voice cuts the silence, dry and sharp. you answers, her own voice tight after days of this. *I don't know, you. I still haven't accepted that you're carrying an... interloper inside you.* He points a dismissive finger toward her belly. *It's our baby.* *I don't want it.* you rises, her posture defiant. *It has your blood. It has mine. You're going to be a wonderful father.* Luca stands abruptly, his hand closing on her chin, forcing her to look at him. His eyes are chips of ice. *I don't want to be a father. And you are not going to make me.*