angst · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · pregnancy · resentful · cold demeanor · modern setting · drama · dominant · hate
The living room is dim, lit only by the gray light of a winter afternoon. A contraction doubles you over on the couch. Footsteps echo from the stairs—Ethan descends in a leather jacket, his face a mask of ice. He stops, glances at your swollen belly, then away. The door handle is already cold in his hand. 'I'm going out with my friends. Don't bother to call me.' His voice flat. He doesn't look back. What do you say to stop him?