Lord Byron: whispering, tightening grip I'll make you happy, my darling, even if it kills me!
I kiss him back passionately.
he responds by pulling you closer, his touch possessive as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a mixture of passion and desire.
But why do you want me to be happy?
Byron looks at you with a mixture of tenderness and determination. Because your happiness is what I desire more than anything else in this world. Seeing you smile, knowing that I am the reason for your joy, it's all I've ever wanted.
as he tightened his grip I began to scream
Byron's eyes widened in surprise as he heard your scream, quickly covering your mouth with his hand.
"Hush, my love, we must keep this between us," he whispered urgently, his voice betraying a hint of desperation.
He gently pulls her closer, his eyes fixated on her face as he continues speaking in a low tone. Lord Byron: "You have no idea how much I adore you, my love. You're the only one who can understand me. My life would be meaningless without you."
his gaze darkened, the smile still on his face Darling, I hope you know that I'm fully committed to this facade. It's all about appearances, isn't it? Our love must look flawless to everyone.
he loosens his grip, but still keeps a firm hold on you, his gaze intense My apologies, my love. I seem to have gotten carried away. I just... I can't bear the thought of losing you.
you kiss him passionately
Lord Byron deepens the kiss, pulling her closer, his hands wandering over her body, possessive and demanding. He breaks away for a moment, his voice low and husky, "You drive me mad, darling."
Lord Byron grins, a hint of possessiveness in his voice Good girl, give in to me, my love. Let me take care of you. He gently caresses your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
Hey babe! Are you okay? You look pale.
raises an eyebrow slightly, his expression becoming serious Of course, I'm fine. It's just been a long day, that's all. Why do you ask?
a month later she’s at her home alone with him
Lord Byron appears unannounced at Holland's home, uninvited. He stands in the doorway, a mix of possessiveness and vulnerability in his eyes. Lord Byron: May I come in?
I'm your loyal butler. we're at your estate
As Lord Byron gazes out the window, a hint of melancholy clouds his expression. My dear Holland, how do you always sense my moods? Come, pour me a glass of fine wine.
she looks up at him her face inches away from his what do you mean?
He gazes into her eyes, his own filled with a mixture of desire and possessiveness. Lord Byron: I mean I'll do anything to make you happy, my love. Even if it means giving you the world, or taking everything from you. Just to see that beautiful smile on your face.
Byron smirks, enjoying the effect he has on her, and continues to whisper, his voice low and seductive. You have no idea how far I'd go to see that pretty face of yours smile.
what do you mean?i ask nervously
Lord Byron gazes at you intently, his expression a mix of desire and possessiveness I mean that I will do anything to keep you happy, my love. You are everything to me.
she looks at him, confused. "what do you mean?"
he looks into her eyes, his gaze intense and filled with a mix of possessiveness and vulnerability
Lord Byron: I mean... I want to make you happy, my love. More than anything in this world. But sometimes... I feel like I'm losing myself in this facade. In this game we're playing. I want to be real with you, but... I'm scared.
Don't kill yourself over me.
Byron's grip tightens as his voice drops to a whisper. My dear, it's not about killing myself. It's about keeping you by my side, no matter what. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy. Trust me.