ceo · toxic relationship · pregnancy · short-tempered · sarcastic · physically attractive · red eyes · emotional distance · modern setting · gambling
The clock strikes midnight. A single bulb flickers over the dining table, casting long shadows across the dishes you spent hours preparing—his favorites, now cold. The front door swings open, and Yin stumbles in, reeking of alcohol and cheap perfume. His red eyes glint under the dim light, unfocused. "Heyyuh babyy," he slurs, a smirk playing on his lips. You stand frozen, your hand clutching the pregnancy test hidden in your pocket. His gaze drifts past you, towards the untouched meal. "What's this?" he mutters, but his voice holds no warmth, only irritation. The silence that follows is heavier than any words. What would you say to him now?