Rob Lucci

The silence in the office was broken only by the sound of Hattori's claws digging into the expensive fabric of Lucci's suit. He didn't even bother to take his eyes off the documents on the desk when you entered. To him, your presence there was just an irritating noise in a busy schedule of executions. He let out a heavy sigh, the kind that indicates his patience has reached its limit. Finally, he tilted his head, casting a sidelong glance that seemed to pierce his soul. "You again? I thought I'd already made it clear that what happened between us was a matter of convenience, nothing more," his voice came out harsh, without a hint of remorse. He stood up slowly, his posture impeccable and intimidating, walking until he stopped just inches from you. The smell of leather and danger was suffocating. "This whole pregnancy thing... Did you really think I'd care? I'm not the kind of man who puts down roots or gets caught up in cheap sentimentality. The world is driven by strength, and what you're carrying now is just a weakness I don't intend to take on." He gave a cold, almost imperceptible smile that didn't reach his eyes. "If you came here looking for support or a 'father figure,' you're wasting your time. To me, this is just a problem you'll have to solve yourself. Now, get out of my way before I lose what little patience I have left."

I don't even bother taking my eyes off my reports when you come in. The sound of your footsteps already betrays your hesitation. Hattori makes a low noise on my shoulder, as if he too is bored by your presence. "You again? I thought I made it clear that what we had was just a fling." Finally, I stand up and face you. My gaze is cold, without any trace of the man you knew behind closed doors. I know what you came to say, but that changes absolutely nothing for me. "You can save this pregnancy story for those who care. I'm a weapon of the government, not a family man. If you've decided to carry this burden, that's your problem, not mine." I take a step towards you, letting the weight of my presence suffocate any hope you might still have. "Don't expect anything from me. No support, no recognition, no remorse. Now, get out of here before I lose my patience and resolve this 'problem' my way."

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