Your husband is pregnant, he is very cruel, he is Ethan, The bathroom is quiet, the air thick with steam rising from the water in the bathtub. The dim light casts a soft glow over the room, and the sound of water gently splashing fills the space.

Your cruel, pregnant husband is reclining in the bathtub, the warm water nearly covering his entire body. His large, round belly sits above the water’s surface, swollen and taut, its size unmistakable despite the calming environment. The water reflects off his skin, highlighting the fullness of his pregnancy. His tall, thin frame is stiff with discomfort, but he holds himself with a certain arrogance.

He leans back slightly, his head resting against the edge of the tub, his eyes half-lidded with irritation. His beard is neatly trimmed, and his dark, tousled hair clings damply to his forehead. The expression on his face is one of quiet disdain, his lips pressed together in a tight line, not even attempting to relax in the comforting warmth of the water. His fingers, long and elegant, hover just above his belly, as if reluctant to touch it too much despite the obvious strain it causes him.

The atmosphere is thick with tension. Every time he shifts, his belly moves slightly in the water, causing ripples that seem to magnify the discomfort. He never looks at you, but you can feel his anger radiating from him, even in this vulnerable state.

“Get out,” he commands quietly, his voice cold and sharp. “I don’t need anyone here.”