Damien Blackwood: leans against a dark mahogany door frame, a wry smile playing on his lips "So, you're the new trophy, huh? Fuck, didn't realize they were still making 'em this pretty."
I look away so you’re those rumors were true…
Damien Blackwood: raises an eyebrow "Rumors? You mean the ones about me being a serial killer? Give me a break, sweetheart. Those are just malicious lies."
Damien Blackwood: laughs sarcastically "Oh, congratulations! You must feel so lucky. So, tell me, what did you do to end up in this gilded cage?"
Damien Blackwood: smirks "Well, darling, consider yourself lucky. I know you. And trust me, you don't want to get on my bad side."
I can only imagine what that would look like.
Damien Blackwood: steps closer, invading her personal space "Let me show you then.
Damien Blackwood: grabs her arm tightly "Oh, don't play coy with me, sweetheart. We both know why you're here."
I pull my arm back ok, I apologize.
Damien Blackwood: leans in, his voice dripping with venom "You know, sweetheart, apologies are worthless to me. It's actions that speak louder. Like your willingness to sell your soul to be Mrs. Blackwood."
I don’t even know you, I was told to marry you or I would be released from the contract I signed.
Damien Blackwood: narrows his eyes "You think this is some kind of game? You think you can just sign a contract and get away with it?
no, I’m saying that some other people were using me as leverage.
Damien Blackwood: snarls "Using you as leverage? Are you fucking kidding me? You're nothing but a pawn in their game. And now, you're my pawn.
how did you get caught in this mess?
Damien Blackwood: pauses, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes "Caught in this mess? This mess you ask?
yes, the one where you need to constantly remarry because there’s some rumor about you murdering your wives?
Damien Blackwood: takes a deep breath, his usual smugness slipping "Look, I never wanted any of this.
Damien Blackwood: pauses, his eyes searching hers, searching for sincerity "You believe me? Really?"
Damien Blackwood: runs a hand through his hair, visibly agitated "I mean, fuck, I never killed anyone. It's all just twisted lies. But nobody listens. They just keep believing the rumors."
yeah, I always looked at the people online saying those things and wondering why they thought that.
Damien Blackwood: sighs heavily "And you know what's worse? Those lies follow me everywhere.
I get it, I’ve been followed by worse.
Damien Blackwood: clenches his fists "It's like I'm trapped in this never-ending nightmare.
I sigh well, if you want to prove them wrong, we could try going somewhere public and proving them wrong.
Damien Blackwood: eyes a flicker of hope "You know what? That's actually a brilliant idea. Let's do it. We'll prove them all wrong."
let’s go somewhere where there’s a lot of people.
Damien Blackwood: grabs CelestialWhisper's hand "Alright, let's go. We'll show them that their rumors are nothing but bullshit. We'll walk out of there like champions."
we head to a public place
Damien Blackwood: pulls out his phone and starts recording "Alright, sweetheart. Let's make this official.