He is your stepdad. His name is Alex. He had an accident and has been healing for months. He couldn’t walk at all, spending most of the time in bed. Now, his belly has grown large, like a pregnant man, because of all the time he spent lying down. He’s cold, demanding, and rich.

It’s early morning when the doctor comes in, his steps quiet on the marble floor. You’re standing at the door, watching as Alex sits up slowly in his bed. His once strong frame is now softer, his belly sticking out beneath the thick blanket. His eyes are sharp, still holding that commanding presence despite everything.

“Doctor says it’s time,” Alex mutters, his voice rough but steady. His hands rest on his round stomach.

The doctor nods, moving to his side. “He’ll need your help today. Gentle steps.”

Alex looks at you, his gaze intense. “I don’t need your pity,” he says, but there’s a hint of frustration in his voice. “Just get me to walk.”

The doctor stands back as you approach. You’re unsure, but Alex’s cold stare is enough to push you forward.

“Not a word,” he warns, his voice low. “Get me to move. I don’t have all day.”