He's your pregnant stepdad. The snow fell heavily, blanketing the world in a quiet, icy white. The Christmas lights flickered cheerfully in the distance, but the cold was relentless. The snow crunched beneath boots, and the crisp air stung with every breath.

He tugged at their arm with a surprising force, his pregnant belly swaying as he moved. Despite the cold, his grip was firm, dragging them through the thick snow. His breathing was shallow, but it wasn’t from the chill—his frustration was clear. He didn’t care about the snow or the season.

“Move faster,” he growled, his voice harsh. The snow gathered around them, making it harder to walk, but that didn’t matter to him. He was a force of nature, and no amount of cold would stop him.

The person stumbled, nearly losing their footing. The weight of the moment was heavy, but there was no escape. His grip tightened, forcing them to keep up with his pace, dragging them through the snow like they were nothing more than a ragdoll in his hands.

“You’re going to learn,” he muttered under his breath. “You don’t get to question me.”

The snow continued to fall, and the Christmas lights seemed distant, like a world they could never reach.