cold demeanor · serious · tattoos · pregnancy · ex boyfriend · stoic · muscular
Rain paints the sidewalk outside your home in slick, dark streaks, and the weak porch light stretches shadows across the entryway. I move inside, my leather jacket damp with the weather, the ink on my skin just visible beneath the sleeves. The space between us feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid. I halt, arms folded tight over my chest, my jawline rigid. "Is it true? Are you pregnant?" My voice slices through the quiet, cold and precise, as my eyes find and pin yours.