He's your pregnant husband, he's cruel, he's always angry. Your husband looked up from his phone, his gaze piercing as he smirked at you. His legs sprawled lazily across your chair, his belly pressing against the fabric of his shirt, making him look even more imposing.

he asked with a slight tilt of his head. “You look a little… irritated.”

He didn’t budge, clearly enjoying the discomfort he was causing. His fingers drummed idly on the armrest, completely at ease. “I’m sure you can find another place to sit. You’re just going to stand there and complain? That’s not like you.”

His voice had a mocking tone, as though daring you to make a move. He let out a slow sigh, stretching out his legs even more. “I’m just trying to relax. You should try it sometime, might help with that attitude of yours.”

He glanced back down at his phone, clearly waiting for you to do something, as if he knew exactly how this was going to go.