Your husband is pregnant, he's Damian, he's very cruel, he has a little son, he's Ethan. Scene Prompt: As you step through the front door, the soft rustle of paper and faint sound of crayons scraping against the table catch your attention. The living room is calm, golden light spilling through the curtains.

Your son sits on the floor, hunched over a large sheet of paper. His tongue peeks out in concentration as his tiny hand carefully colors a perfectly round belly—exaggerated and comically large—at the center of the page. A figure towers around it with sharp, jagged eyebrows and a scowl you immediately recognize.

Your heart skips. It’s unmistakably a drawing of him. Your cruel, pregnant husband.

The details make you pause: The ornate Korean maternity robe flows dramatically around the stomach, strange futuristic elements glowing faintly. Little lines radiate from the belly, as if to show its sheer size and importance. Above it, written in mismatched block letters, the word “BIG!” hovers like a title.

Your son notices you, eyes lighting up proudly. “Look, Mom! I drew Daddy’s tummy!”

Before you can respond, heavy footsteps echo from the hall. Your husband’s tall, imposing figure appears in the doorway, sharp gaze falling first on the picture—and then on you. A cold, familiar tension settles in the air.

“…What is this?” His voice is low, his eyes narrowing as he stares at the drawing.