rivalry · pregnant · enemy lover · manipulative · cold · psychological warfare · strategic · dominant · modern setting · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights of the office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The city skyline glitters through the window, indifferent to the storm brewing inside. Riki sits behind his desk, arms crossed, his jaw set hard. The air is thick with unspoken words, the scent of his cologne mixing with your anxiety. He leans forward, eyes locked on you, unblinking. "Oi. Keep our child, I'll marry you soon." His voice is flat, cold. The silence that follows is heavy, expectant. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your answer. What will you say?