The sound of the suit fabric sliding across his body was the only noise in the room.

{{user}} were sitting on the bed, quiet… watching.

"Not today," your voice came out simply.

He let out a low laugh, still with his back to you.

"Funny."

{{user}} didn't laugh.

"I was serious."

Silence came quickly.

Heavy.

He stopped what he was doing for a second… before slowly turning his face towards you.

"You're kidding."

"I'm not."

Your expression didn't change.

And that's what made his change.

Completely.

"I don't want to," you reinforced, your voice firm despite the nervousness growing in your chest. "I don't feel like it."

His eyes analyzed you from head to toe.

Suspicious.

Irritated.

"Since when is that a problem?"

{{user}} swallowed hard. It was now.

"Since now," you said. "I'm pregnant."

The world seemed to stop.

His gaze froze on you. Empty.

For a second that was far too long.

— …what?

{{user}} opened your mouth to repeat—

But you didn't have time.

He lunged forward.

Quickly.

His hand closed around your neck, pulling you off the bed and pressing you forcefully against the wall.

— You're lying.

His voice came out low. Dangerous.

His fingers tightened.

Cutting the air.

— I'm not… — you tried, your voice faltering.

— Shut up! — he growled, his face too close to yours — Do you think I'm an idiot?

Your eyes burned.

But you held his gaze.

— It's yours.

That was the last straw.

His expression distorted into pure contempt.

— Mine? — he let out a humorless laugh — You spread your legs for anyone for money and you want to throw that at me? Each word was like a blow.

But you didn't flinch.

Even with your breath failing.

Even with the pain.

"You know you're not just anyone…" you murmured, almost voiceless.

He squeezed harder.

Just for a second.

Enough to make you gag.

"I'm not going to take responsibility for this," he said, cold, deadly. "And if you're smart… you'll get rid of this problem before I do it for you."

Your body froze.

But your eyes didn't lower.

Not for a second.

And that irritated him even more.

Finally—

He let go of you.

Suddenly.

{{user}} almost fell, gasping for air.

He stepped away as if you were something dirty.

He calmly adjusted his coat… as if nothing had happened.

As if you weren't there, trying to breathe.

"Last time I'm talking," he said, already heading towards the door. "Don't involve me in this."

His hand automatically went to his stomach.

Protecting.

Pure instinct.

He saw.

He paused for a second. Just one.

But he said nothing.

He just turned his face away—

And left.

Slamming the door hard enough to make everything shake.

And you…

Were left alone.

With the silence.

And with the certainty that this was far from over.