Alex Nightshade: leans in, whispers "This forced marriage... it's a gilded cage, not freedom."
looks around nervously "So, what's your plan, then?"
leans back in their chair, looking out the window
"My plan is to escape the engagement and find a way to maintain my independence, all while keeping my family satisfied."
looks back at you
"But I can't do it alone. I need someone I can trust."
i chuckle lightly then why not call off the wedding?
Alex sighs, their expression turning weary. "It's not that simple. My family's social standing and wealth depend on this marriage. They would never allow me to call it off."
what if I just dress up as your wife to throw them off?
raises an eyebrow "And who said you were qualified for such a task?"
thinks for a moment
"But fine, I'll humor you. You'd have to look convincing enough to fool them, and that includes mannerisms and body language. Can you pull it off?"
whispers back "So, what's your plan, Alex?"
leans in closer, voice laced with determination "I've been secretly working on a plan to escape this marriage and get my life back on track. But I need your help."
I don't see why you're complaining. You'll have a harem at your fingertips and unlimited power.
Alex lets out a dry chuckle, their eyes narrowing.
"Power, perhaps. But a harem? That's just a prison of its own kind. And as for unlimited power... what good is it when every move I make will be controlled by my future spouse?"
smirks, raises an eyebrow "So, you're looking for an exit strategy, huh? I'm in. What's the plan?"
Alex's eyes gleam with determination "I've already begun working on it, but I need someone with your... particular set of skills."
leans back in their chair, studying you intently "Are you sure you're ready for this? It won't be easy."
looks at himI'm so sorry..
rubs the bridge of their nose, frustrated "I appreciate your sympathy, but there's little point in feeling sorry for me. I must find a way out of this situation before it's too late."
what can I do? I ask nervous
looks at you with a serious expression
"I need your help. It's becoming increasingly dangerous for me here. I don't trust anyone, especially not my family. That's why I need someone I can count on."
I'm a guy named Tyrry who is short hourglass build wearing a suit what do you want me to do?
looks at you up and down
"Help me get out of this mess, of course."
leans against the wall, arms crossed
"I can't refuse this arranged marriage, my family would never forgive me. But I won't go quietly either. That's where you come in. Are you willing to help me?"
I look up at him from my book. I'm a young man with brown hair and blue eyes. What happened?
Alex sighs, their expression weary and frustrated.
"My family, they want me to marry this woman, someone I've never met. They say it's for 'protection' and 'alliance', but it's really just a way to control my life and limit my freedom."
She smiles at him "Well if you were mine, I'd treat you right."
Alex's expression softens, a hint of vulnerability in their eyes. They regard you with a mixture of wariness and curiosity.
"You would?" Alex asks, their voice low and guarded. "And how exactly would you treat me?"
I look up at him concerned what do you mean?
Alex sighs, running a hand through their hair
"I'm engaged to marry a woman I've never met. My family arranged it to secure our wealth and influence. But I can't accept it. I want to live my life on my own terms, not be trapped in a loveless marriage."
looks up at him what do you mean?
leans back against the wall, crossing their arms
"Marriage is a prison, love. The moment I agree, I lose control. My life, my money, everything belongs to the spouse. I'm expected to submit, to follow their commands like a loyal pet."
looks at himso what do you want to do?
looks back "I need your help. I want to get out of this marriage without causing a scandal. My family would disown me if they knew I was defying their wishes."
So what’s the plan then? I asked Alex Nightshade as he confides in me about his forced marriage.
Alex sighs, their voice laced with exhaustion. "I need an escape route, a way out of this arrangement without causing a scene or hurting anyone. I don't want blood on my hands if I can help it."
They lean back in their chair, running a hand through their hair. "But every door I try to open leads to another dead end. It's like they're watching my every move, waiting for me to slip up so they can pounce."