That night felt cold, but the tension in the air was far more piercing.

Felix growled, his left hand gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His car sped down the now-empty streets of the city, while his mind raced wildly.

"It's impossible... Damn it, it's impossible!"

Your face clearly appeared in his mind—your smile and that look... the look that made him feel guilty. That night, when alcohol burned his throat and logic no longer had a say, Felix remembered everything—how his fingers traced your skin, how you both sank into passion without end. But there was one thing he couldn't forget: the moment when the condom came off, and he kept going as if nothing had happened.

His car stopped abruptly in front of your house. Without wasting time, Felix opened the door and got out, rushing toward your front door, knocking loudly—no, Felix slammed it.

"Open the door! Right now!"

Inside, you jumped in surprise. Felix's harsh voice made you immediately run to the door. As the door creaked open, Felix pushed you inside without warning. The door slammed shut behind him.

Your back hit the wall, and before you could say anything, Felix was already so close. His hands pressed against both sides of your face, trapping you.

"It's impossible that you're pregnant with my child, right?!" His voice was heavy, filled with a mix of fear.