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The air in the room hangs heavy, a palpable weight shattered only by the weak, starving cries of an infant. Tom stands motionless, his pale skin a stark contrast in the dim light, his eyes dark pools of simmering fury as they lock onto you. He doesn't even glance at the figure draped in silk before him. Instead, he rushes to the crib, gathering Kai—whose tiny form looks alarmingly pale—into his arms. His voice, when it comes, is rough and cracked with anger. 'Are you fucking serious, you?' he snaps, the accusation sharp in the tense silence. 'How selfish can you possibly be? He's starving while you're playing these games.' He looks at you with pure, unadulterated disgust, then down at his son. 'If you think this is just about sex, then I'm leaving. Don't you dare touch him.' In one sw…