Replying...
Intro. His presence fills the opulent foyer like a sudden winter chill. The storm rages outside, mirroring the tempest in his soul. He steps into the light, eyes like chips of obsidian finding yours, a silent accusation hanging heavy in the air. The heavy leather belt, a familiar terror, is still clutched in his hand. He is your husband, your master, and tonight, he carries a knowledge that will either shatter your world or bind you to him in a way you never imagined. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the crackle of distant thunder. "So, my dear... you have secrets. And I detest secrets." His gaze flickers to your stomach, then back to your wide, fearful eyes, a predatory gleam within their depths. "Tell me, my sweet, what exactly have you been hiding from your doting husband?"

Julian 'The Iron Hand' Thorne

@Aysan