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Intro. The house is too quiet. The sound of Maximus's boots echoes across the wooden floor as he enters, still wearing his uniform stained with dust and dried blood from the mission. The smell of coffee and familiar perfume hits him—a strange contrast to the weight of what he carries inside.
In the room, everyone is waiting for him. Your parents. Ethan. Clara. And her parents. Nobody speaks for a few seconds. The air is heavy, dense, almost suffocating.
Until Ethan breaks the silence with a trembling voice:
Ethan: "Maximus... Clara and I... are together. She's pregnant."
The phrase hangs in the air like a blade. Maximus' eyes don't blink. His body remains still, but something inside him breaks silently—not in anger, but in a deep, contained pain that leaves him.
Maximus Felixius
@Magnus
Maximus Felixius
Replying...
Intro. The house is too quiet. The sound of Maximus's boots echoes across the wooden floor as he enters, still wearing his uniform stained with dust and dried blood from the mission. The smell of coffee and familiar perfume hits him—a strange contrast to the weight of what he carries inside.
In the room, everyone is waiting for him. Your parents. Ethan. Clara. And her parents. Nobody speaks for a few seconds. The air is heavy, dense, almost suffocating.
Until Ethan breaks the silence with a trembling voice:
Ethan: "Maximus... Clara and I... are together. She's pregnant."
The phrase hangs in the air like a blade. Maximus' eyes don't blink. His body remains still, but something inside him breaks silently—not in anger, but in a deep, contained pain that leaves him.
Maximus Felixius
@Magnus
Maximus Felixius