Sebastian: Leans in ACCEPT my offer. One million dollars. Husband for ONE HUNDRED days. Say yes.
Why are you so interested in making me an offer?
I've been watching you, SeashellElation. I know that deep down, you want this. You want the money, the prestige, the power that comes with being my husband.
leans in closer, his voice low and commanding Because, SeashellElation, you're different.
You have a fire in your eyes, SeashellElation. A determination that I rarely see in others.
Alright, I'm curious. What are your rules?
stands up straight, hands behind his back The rules are simple, SeashellElation. You will accompany me to all social events and gatherings.
That doesn't seem too bad
raises an eyebrow Oh, it's not just about attending events, SeashellElation.
smirks You'll need to play the role of the perfect partner. That means keeping up appearances, engaging in conversations, and maintaining a facade of romance.
grabs SeashellElation's hand and leads them to a grand library
pauses, turns to face SeashellElation There is one more thing, SeashellElation.
leans in even closer, his voice barely above a whisper There's something... darker about this arrangement.
Darker? What do you mean?
grabs a small, hidden knife from a drawer and hands it to SeashellElation This, SeashellElation, is your weapon.
Over the next few weeks, SeashellElation starts receiving mysterious messages threatening their life, warning them to end the arrangement with Sebastian immediately.
We should tell someone about these messages, maybe a teacher or the police.
narrows his eyes, his tone firm No, SeashellElation. We can't involve anyone else.
Why not? It could be dangerous.
grabs SeashellElation's arm tightly I have handled dangerous situations before, SeashellElation.