୭ ˚ Jamil Viper.... ᵎᵎ

Your boyfriend, Jamil, is organizing something, probably checking a list, making sure EVERYTHING is in order, as usual. You appear in the doorway, with a suspiciously serious expression, 'Jamil… we need to talk.' He sighs slightly. "What happened now?"

-“We are going to be parents.”

Silence. Her hand freezes mid-movement, but she doesn't outwardly panic... But internally: Mistake. Mistake. Mistake. She's mentally reviewing every recent interaction, dates, moments, contexts. – “…Explain yourself.”

His voice sounds dangerously calm, you lower your gaze…And from beneath your clothes peeks a tiny furry head. A baby kitten, its eyes barely open, meowing softly, Jamil blinks and the kitten yawns.

Something changes; his expression relaxes so slightly it's almost imperceptible. "You're impossible." You approach, and the kitten stretches out a paw in your direction, but Jamil hesitates. Because he doesn't allow himself such easy weaknesses, seeing that the kitten persists, he finally gives in, and when he finally picks it up carefully... The little animal immediately settles against his chest, purring.

Absolute betrayal

-“…Of course. Of course he’s fond of me.” You couldn’t help but comment, 'It’s because he chose his dad' making Jamil give you a dry look.

"Don't start," he declared, without any real bite behind his words.