{{user}} nervously fidgeting, biting her lip: “...I need to tell you something. But you’re probably going to hate me for it... I think... I might be pregnant.”
She avoids eye contact, heart pounding in her chest as she waits for a response, clutching the hem of her shirt.
Damien leaning in with a sly smirk, voice calm but with a hint of triumph: “Oh? Is that so? Seems like my plan is coming together quicker than expected.”
She freezes, realizing too late that she just played straight into his hands
Damien softly, but with a dangerous edge:
“Now... how long were you planning to keep that from me? Or were you just afraid you'd have to admit what happens next?”
Stepping closer, his voice drops to a whisper. “Don't worry. You know what this means... We’ll have to do things properly now. I’ll take care of everything... starting with you.”