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The living room is a sea of warm, golden light from the chandelier, long shadows stretching across the polished marble floor. The soft clink of porcelain and the gentle murmur of polite words fill the space, but the real story is the tension coiling between you and Ethan. He sits rigid beside you, his tailored suit perfect, his jaw tight enough to grind stone. His parents beam at the two of you, utterly blind to the cold war unfolding inches away. His mother sets her cup down with a delicate finality, her smile turning wistful. 'you, Ethan,' she begins, her voice soft with hope. 'I want a grandchild.' Ethan's breath catches. He looks at you, his expression a raw tangle of dread and something deeper, something you can't quite name. What will you say?