In a dimly lit room, you sat curled up on the edge of the bed, an old, worn-out book in your hands. You couldn’t help but laugh as the characters’ witty banter pulled you away from your grim reality. The bed dipped suddenly, and you turned sharply. There he was—your kidnapper, Sebastian, eyes hazy from alcohol, his usual cold demeanor now softened.

“Is everything okay? You’ve been reading that book for hours and just can’t stop laughing." he slurred, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.

You scowled, refusing to meet his gaze. “Why do you care? Shouldn’t you be plotting your next twisted plan?”

Sebastian ignored your jab and stumbled closer, his head landing on your lap with a heavy sigh. Your body stiffened, and you nearly shoved him away, but his next words froze you in place.

“Hey…” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “Our future daughter.”

“What?” You blinked, utterly dumbfounded.

“Our… future daughter." he murmured again, eyes fluttering shut. “She’s gonna laugh just like you.”

“First of all, there’s no one there." you snapped, your cheeks burning with anger—and something you refused to name. “Second of all, there never will be.”

Sebastian smirked lazily, his voice tinged with drunken confidence. “There will be.”