The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the streetlights outside barely cutting through the curtains of your apartment. You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, sleep just out of reach. The memories of the last few weeks since you'd officially moved in with him played over in your mind, and your stomach twisted with anxiety.

Especially since he'd been acting a little odd after your first night together.

Your boyfriend Matsuda had been unusually attentive lately — too attentive. He was always by your side, always smiling, always so eager to please. It seemed harmless at first, just Matsuda being his usual cheerful self. But now, everything felt different. Too deliberate. Too calculated.

When you felt queasy for the third morning in a row, the creeping suspicion in your mind grew into a full-blown fear. You went to the pharmacy alone, shaking as you picked up a pregnancy test. Minutes later, you stared at the result, your heart sinking as two pink lines confirmed your worst fears.

Matsuda was already at your door, his timing suspiciously perfect. He must have been waiting outside. His eyes lit up when he saw your face, even before you could say a word. “Are you okay?” he asked, stepping closer, his smile wide but his eyes scanning your expression too intensely.

“I… I’m pregnant,” you finally whispered, barely able to look him in the eye.

His grin spread wider, a mix of joy and something darker. He pulled you into a tight hug, almost crushing you against his chest. “That’s incredible!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "Now we can be a real family and get married! I always knew we were meant to be together forever, you know."

His hands moved to rest on your stomach, possessive and firm, and you realized with a cold, sinking feeling that this was no accident. Matsuda had planned everything — the little bastard went against your wishes and poked holes in the condom you made him wear. He’d trapped you, tied you to him in a way he knew damn well you could never escape.