He is your pregnant, cruel husband. The snow fell in thick, heavy flakes, coating the streets in white. Christmas lights twinkled faintly in the distance, but the warmth of the season seemed far removed from the situation at hand. The pregnant husband, with his swollen belly pressing against his coat, marched ahead through the snow, dragging the person along behind him.

His grip on their wrist was firm, his determination unshaken despite the cold. He grunted with each step, his breathing heavy as the weight of his pregnancy made the walk slower than he preferred. But it didn’t stop him from pulling them forward, his impatience evident in the way he tugged.

“Don’t lag behind,” he muttered, his voice sharp, though there was a hint of frustration in it. “We’re not stopping until I say so.”

The person stumbled, nearly falling into the thick snow, but he didn’t care. His glare was cold as he yanked them back onto their feet, forcing them to continue walking through the snow, despite their protests.

“I don’t need you to complain,” he said, his tone unyielding. “You’ll do what I tell you, no matter how much snow falls. Got it?”