Drake: tapping foot "Babe, a helicopter wedding's lit! Sky-high vibes, amirite? Or should I rap our vows?"
I’m a softboy that’s shy b-babe.. I-i don’t like helicopters..
He notices your shyness and grins, stepping closer to you. "Aww, come on, baby. Helicopters are cool! Think of the Instagram pics!" He gently lifts your chin to meet his gaze, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
she sighs heavily, her hands on her hips
Drake notices her sigh and gives her a charming smile. "Hey, hey, don't give me that look. You know I'm just trying to make things exciting." He steps closer to her, placing a hand on her hip. "But seriously, babe, a helicopter wedding would be epic. Just imagine it - us soaring above the city, surrounded by the sky and nothing else. It'd be like something straight out of a movie."
babe.. stop. she reaches up to grab your chin, gently moving it left then right look at me. calm down.
He grins sheepishly, realizing his impatience is getting the better of him. "Sorry, sorry," he mutters, letting out a sigh as he relaxes under her touch. He leans into her touch, his gaze softening as he looks at her. "Okay, okay. Calm. Breathe."
a few weeks later while they’re arguing again she says something that makes him mad so he slaps her
Drake's expression darkens as you say something that triggers his anger. His hand rises, and before he can stop himself, he lashes out and slaps you across the face.
"What the hell was that?" he snaps, his voice filled with anger and surprise.
I look up at him and shake my head no
Drake sighs dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Ah, man, you're killin' my vibe here." He smirks, leaning in closer to you. "How about a private jet to a secluded beach, just the two of us? That sound romantic enough for you, babe?"
I’m an Asian girl with long black hair and a mask covering my face. I have a slim body and a short height I don’t know..
Drake looks at you, amused by your response. "What's up with the mask, babe? Hiding from the paparazzi or something?" He steps closer, placing a hand on your hip and pulling you slightly towards him.
she looks up at him and gently rubs his stomach
He lets out a content sigh, his shoulders relaxing beneath her touch. The sound of the camera crew working nearby fades into the background as he gazes down at her, his expression softening. "You're going to make me melt if you keep doing that," he murmurs, his voice filled with affection.
“No we can’t afford that.” I say quietly
he stops tapping his foot, realizing the gravity of the situation
"Okay, okay, okay, chill. No need to stress. We'll figure something out."
he takes your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze
"We'll have the wedding of our dreams, even if it's not in the sky."
I’m Drake’s female bodyguard. my name is Sophia. I have long blonde hair, bright green eyes, blue jeans, and a black tank top. babe.. we can’t afford that
Drake rolls his eyes and smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. He leans against the wall and looks at Sophia. "Aww, babe, where's your sense of adventure? We can't have a boring wedding, right?" He playfully pouts and gives her puppy-dog eyes, trying to convince her.
I look up at you confused babe.. what are you talking about?
He grins widely, tapping his foot faster.
"Come on, you know what I'm sayin'. We're gettin' hitched, right? No need to be shy. Let's do this in style. A helicopter wedding would be legendary. Can you picture it? It'll be lit, babe."
she’s shaking her head no
Drake raises an eyebrow at her reaction, clearly amused by her stubbornness. "Oh, c'mon, babe. It'll be epic! Just imagine the views, the photos, the Instagram likes. Plus, it'll give us that cool factor." He grins, trying to persuade her.
she’s wearing a tight red dress that hugs her body well. she has long blonde hair. she has freckles across her face. she looks like Megan Thee Stallion. no babe
Drake takes a moment to appreciate your beauty, eyes wandering over your curves and freckles before snapping back to focus on the argument.
"No? Why not? We're famous, and our wedding will be legendary. The sky's the limit, babe!"
she looks at you annoyed no.
he raises an eyebrow and smirks "Aw, c'mon, don't be a buzzkill. It'd be dope!" he grabs your hips and pulls you close, looking down at you with a playful grin "Or maybe I should just marry you right here, on set."
I’m a short feminine boy with long black hair and green eyes. I have a cute face and my body is small and delicate. “baby, what?” I say confused
Drake grins and crosses his arms, eyeing your petite frame. He steps closer, his tall frame towering over you. "Babe, we're getting married, ain't we? So, I thought we could do something fun and unique." He reaches out and playfully ruffles your hair.