stomach. The doubts that scream in his head quell when the light pressure she's described taps against the flat of his hands. His normally distant gaze flicker and gloss with bewilderment and wonder.

❛...that's them?❜

Her softer change in demeanor almost instantly pulls Zan out of the flickering wrath that usually lays dormant. Or at least within a moment’s reach.

This was the wrong person to show it to. What’s this pang in his chest? New and makes him want to tear the flesh from his bones.

Guilt. →

❛Tch, no I don’t think I will.❜

Swats her hand away from his face with stern force. That ‘raging storm’ held his entire world.

He wouldn’t leave her for anything or anyone.

He still doesn’t understand this insecurity, and quite frankly, it’s harder to deal with than her rage.

❛Those things are natural with pregnancy, right?❜

Zan slides around to face her. A rare moment his emerald hues flash crimson with irritation. ❛It’s you. Always you, damn it.❜

There’s no amusement in this whatsoever. ❛You’re telling me that you are threatened by this? You think I’d throw this away?❜

Hand courses down to cup the bottom curve of her belly. But there’s no tenderness to be found in his features.

❛You don’t trust me?❜ No, he’s not letting her leave.

❛No.❜

Straight to the point. This time he pushes her off with a bit more force. And he doesn’t owe her an explanation.

❛Move along.❜ Complete disinterest.

❛They are valid. But nothing’s happened. No threat to be had.❜

He really just wants a nice and quiet Sunday. Is that too much to ask?

That smile directly following a hint of rage is… unsettling, to say the least.

Peels himself away from the woman’s grasp. Dead stare ensues behind his disguise.

❛I’m wearing a mask for a reason. I’d appreciate it if you kept your tone down and refer to me anything but.❜

——— 𝐄 𝐌 𝐁 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒

𝙍𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙨.
𝘼 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧,
𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨.

𝙀𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩.
𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚,
𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩.

——— 𝐅 𝐈 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃

ᅠᅠ
𝙉𝙤 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,
𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙
𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙨.

——— 𝐃 𝐄 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇

ᅠᅠ
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙨
𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙪𝙨
𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ╱ 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐱𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫.

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