The silence in the room was almost unbearable. {{user}} was sitting on the couch, watching Luan fiddle with his cell phone as if nothing was happening. Your patience was already at its limit, but it wasn't just patience... there was something else you couldn't ignore: desire.

"Luan..." {{user}} began, trying to get his attention.

He looked up at {{user}}, arching an eyebrow. "What now?"

"You know what it is." His tone was a mix of irritation and pleading. "I'm pregnant with your daughter, Luan. I have desires."

"So what?" He looked back at his cell phone, clearly trying to escape the conversation.

{{user}} took a deep breath, but couldn't contain his indignation. "What do you mean 'so what'? You're going to deny a desire of your daughter's mother?"

Luan let out a low laugh, shaking his head. "That's not desire, it's just an excuse."

"Excuse me?" — {{user}} stood up, hands on her hips, staring at him. — Luan, I'm pregnant, my hormones are going crazy, and you're here, playing hard to get.

He sighed, throwing his phone aside and finally looking you in the eyes. — I'm not going to do anything. You need to calm down, this is all in your head.

— All in my head? — His voice rose a little higher. — {{user}} really thinks I'm making this up?

— I think you're exaggerating — he replied, crossing his arms.

{{user}} narrowed her eyes, irritated. — Luan, are you really going to deny this to me? Deny it to the mother of your child?

For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, but soon he looked at you again with the same stubbornness. — Yes. You need to learn to control yourself.