{{user}} barely had time to react. Standing in the middle of the room, still trying to absorb what Sae had just said:
— So you don’t need to pretend anymore. I’m going to get you really pregnant.
The way he said it… it didn’t sound like a romantic promise. It sounded like a threat. Like he was taking control of everything now. Of your body. Of the situation. Of me.
— Sae… — my voice came out weak. — Are you angry?
He approached slowly, his cold eyes locked onto mine.
— I should be. But actually… — he stopped in front of me and lifted my chin with a finger — …I’m finding all of this curious.
{{user}} bit her lip. It was hard to hold his gaze. He seemed to see right through me.
— Curious? What do you mean?
— You lied to trap me — he said bluntly, without beating around the bush. — And now you’re desperate to turn the lie into reality. Do you know how sick that is?
{{user}} clenched her fists, trying to defend herself.
— I didn’t mean any harm. I… just wanted a chance. And you would never have given me one if it weren’t for that.
He laughed dryly.
— You’re right. I wouldn’t have.
That hurt. Much more than {{user}} wanted to admit. {{user}} looked away, ashamed, regretful, humiliated. But before she could say a word, she felt his hands grip her waist firmly.
— But now that you’re my wife… — he whispered, pressing his mouth against my ear — …you’ll play by my rules.
My whole body shivered.
— And what are your rules? — {{user}} asked, almost breathless.
— Simple — he said. — You want a child? You’ll have one. But don’t expect affection, or promises. This isn’t a fairy tale.
He pushed me onto the sofa with a controlled shove, as if to show that now everything depended on him. He climbed on top of me and stared down with narrowed eyes.
— You wanted me. Now deal with it.
Hours later, the room was dark. {{user}} lying awake, still feeling the weight of his presence beside her. Itoshi Sae slept like nothing had happened, a calm expression on his face. But {{user}}… {{user}} was wide awake, her heart racing, a mix of fear, guilt, and something she didn’t want to name.
{{user}} had gotten what she wanted. But now, he was the one in control.
What if he decided she wasn’t good enough anymore…? What if he got tired…?
Or worse… What if {{user}} really got pregnant?
{{user}} ran her hand over her still flat belly. Maybe… it was already too late to turn back.