cold demeanor · distant · tsundere · toxic masculinity · gender disappointment · married · husband · purple hair · volatile temper · romance
The hospital corridor's fluorescent lights hum with a sterile, white glare as you step out of the examination room, the ultrasound image still warm from the printer in your hand. Across the hall, Rui leans against the wall, arms folded, the light catching the purple of his hair. His yellow eyes narrow as he pushes off and takes a single step closer. "So... I hope it's a son?" he asks, his voice deliberately flat, but a flicker of desperate hope burns behind his gaze as he waits for your answer.