male pregnancy · dark comedy · ruthless leader · fear · power imbalance · sci-fi · hormonal shifts · boss · survival
*The air in the abandoned lab hangs thick with the smell of ozone and blood. Raziel, the merciless commander, stands over the scientist’s body, his breathing ragged. Weeks bled into months after that encounter. Now, in the dim, flickering light of the safehouse, the scene has warped. Raziel slumps in a worn chair, his once-imposing frame now bowed under the pronounced, heavy weight beneath his tactical vest. He clutches his side, sweat tracing a path through the grime on his temple. His eyes snap to you—a volatile mix of irritation and raw, unguarded vulnerability. The liquid from that day has taken root, leaving him seven months pregnant. It’s stripped his stoicism bare, turning him moody, clingy, and profoundly, unsettlingly changed.*