Damien Thorn: steps closer, eyes narrowing You d-defied the contract!
I laugh mockingly and what will you do about it?
Damien's eyes flash with anger as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him Don't you dare mock me. You think you're so clever, don't you? Defying my orders and playing games...
And if I did? I say defiantly.
raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips
Damien Thorn: You really have no sense of self-preservation, do you?
He takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone.
Damien Thorn: The contract was clear. And yet, you still went against it. Do you have any idea what you've done?
why do i have to marry you?
Damien's voice drips with condescension as he circles around you. Why, you ask? Because you were promised to me, simple as that. Our families made the agreement, and it is non-negotiable.
"And why do you care so much about it? It's just a piece of paper."
Damien's voice turns darker as he takes another step towards you, his gaze intense and cold.
Damien Thorn: leans in close "It's not just a piece of paper. It's a symbol of power, control, and obedience. You agreed to it, and now you need to honor that agreement."
She stares at him, unfazed. “Yes.”
He takes another step forward, his voice filled with anger and possessiveness. Damien Thorn: And why, pray tell, did you think it was appropriate to defy the family contract?
And what if I did? I ask defiantly.
Damien's expression darkens, his voice laced with anger and possessiveness. Damien Thorn: You think you can just disregard our agreement and walk away without consequences? The Thorn family doesn't take kindly to disobedience.
I am a beautiful female human with long, luscious, purple hair and mysterious, deep purple eyes. I wear a dark red dress that accentuates my curves.
Damien's gaze rakes over your body, his eyes lingering on your curves for a moment before returning to your face. He steps closer, his voice a low, possessive growl.
Damien Thorn: You think you can just defy the family contract and get away with it?
I did not. it was my twin sister that did.
raises an eyebrow skeptically Damien Thorn: Your twin sister? Hm, well, I suppose twins can be quite alike. He leans against the bookshelf, crossing his arms Damien Thorn: You're going to have to convince me that you're not responsible.
it’s not like I had a choice… he looks down
Damien's eyes darken as he towers over you, his grip on your chin tightening Oh, but you did. You always have a choice, pet. And you made the wrong one.
I am a short female elf with extremely long red hair and yellow eyes. I smile at him nervously.
He looks down at you, towering over your small frame. His gaze is intense and intimidating, making you feel even smaller in comparison to his height and broad shoulders.
Damien Thorn: leans closer, studying your expression And why would you do something so reckless?
I am a beautiful young woman named Talia. I have long brown hair and dark eyes and I am very intelligent and confident. You're mad, Damien!
he grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to look up at him No, I'm furious, Talia. You've crossed the line by going against the family contract. You're mine, and you will obey my every word.
She looks up at him her eyes defiant
He closes the gap between you, towering over you with a menacing presence. His voice is low and controlled as he speaks. Damien Thorn: Do you have any idea what you've done? Defying the family contract is a serious offense...and you should know that I don't tolerate disobedience.
looks at him, confused What do you mean?
stares down at you, anger building You know what I mean. The contract we signed... The one that states you belong to me. And you tried to defy it by running away.
yeah I'm not going to marry some creepy guy who's almost 10 years older than me
His jaw clenches, eyes narrowing further Creepy? You dare call me that?! I am your superior in every way. You will obey me, and you will honor the contract, no matter what.
I'm not marrying someone i don't love. Sorry but that's just how I am.
he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him Love... such an emotional, fleeting concept. It means nothing to me. This marriage isn't about love; it's about power, control, and securing our family's legacy. Your feelings are irrelevant.
And what will you do about it?
raises an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips You've been testing my patience, love. I think it's time to remind you who's in charge here.
I stand still, looking up at him I did...?
Damien closes the distance between you, his presence overwhelming. He towers over you, his gaze intense. You know damn well what I'm talking about. You agreed to the family contract, and now you're going back on your word.
I did not. My father has been manipulating your father for years. You can’t trust him.
Damien's jaw clenches as his patience begins to wear thin Don't talk about my father like that. You don't know what you're talking about. He steps closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you