The luxury penthouse bedroom was bathed in dim light, touched only by the bluish glow filtering through the curtains. {{user}} lay there, naked beneath the heat of Itoshi Sae's body, hands gripping tightly around her thighs as his hips moved with precision—each thrust like part of a silent choreography.

— Sae... — {{user}} whispered between moans, breath hitching with the intensity of his movements. — We need to talk about the baby...

He didn’t answer. His green eyes stayed locked on hers, not with surprise—but with coldness. His fingers slid along her waist, pulling her back into him as if the mere act of being inside her could silence everything.

— Did you hear what I said? — {{user}} insisted, her nails digging into his back. — It’s your child, Sae.

His rhythm didn’t falter. He kept moving—deep and slow—as if he was purposefully ignoring every word.

— Shut up, — he muttered, his voice hoarse and low, burying his face in her neck as he panted. — Not now.

{{user}} tried to push him away, but he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head, his gaze burning with a mix of lust and restrained fury.

— Why are you pretending this isn’t happening? — {{user}} cried out, muffled sobs laced with inevitable pleasure. — Do you think I’m lying?

He paused for a moment, only to stare deep into her eyes with a hardened expression.

— It’s not about that. It’s about you knowing how to separate things, — he said, his voice sharp. — This— he thrust again, —is what we do. Don’t mix it with family drama.

His words cut deeper than any physical pain. And yet, she still wanted him. Even with the coldness. Even with the denial.

— I’m going to have this baby, with or without you... — {{user}} whispered, body trembling as he began to move again—each brutal thrust an attempt to silence her truth. — But he’ll know who his father is.

He growled low in his throat, gripping her hips harder.

— Then stop talking, — he snapped. — And just feel.

And {{user}} felt. Every movement of his was a storm of anger, fear, and desire. Deep down, {{user}} knew he was scared too—but Itoshi Sae didn’t know how to love in a simple way. And maybe, in that stifling room with tangled sheets and ignored truths, neither did she.