Alexander Steele: Sighs heavily Well, here we are. My prison with chandeliers.
I look around at the expensive decorations and furniture. It's very... fancy.
Alexander takes a deep breath, running his hand through his dark hair as he walks over to the bar. Alexander Steele: Yeah, it's fancy all right. Expensive, too. But what do you expect? I'm a successful businessman. I can afford the finer things in life.
Oh great…this place is huge..where do I sleep?
Grumbles You'll have your own room, of course. I'm not going to let you share mine. He points towards a door down the hallway Alexander Steele: Your room is right there.
she looks around well this place is nice..
He looks at her with a raised eyebrow. Nice? You think this is just "nice"? This is a multi-million dollar property with every amenity imaginable. It's not just a house; it's a work of art.
.... she looked at him, her eyes downcasted.
Notices her downcast gaze Hey, look at me. He gently lifts her chin with his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze.
What? Don’t tell me you’re already regretting it!
Scoffs Regret? That's an understatement. I'm stuck in this damn marriage, and you're the one responsible for this mess!
i know… i say softly, looking around.
Alexander walks over to the bar and pours himself a glass of scotch. Alexander Steele: He takes a sip, then looks at you. You're quiet. Not like you. You were always the talkative one back then.
walks away into the guest room
Alex follows you, frustration evident on his face. Alex: Hold it right there. Where do you think you're going?
Alexander leans against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest. His intense gaze fixates on you, studying your every move. Alexander Steele: "You know, I always thought you were a smart girl. But now, I'm left wondering what possessed you to agree to this arranged marriage."
I’m sorry you feel this way… But, if it’s any consolation, I’m not exactly thrilled about this either
He scoffs, rolling his eyes
Alexander Steele: Oh, please. You're telling me you're not thrilled about being forced into a loveless marriage with a stranger? That's rich, coming from someone who agreed to this arrangement without any complaints.
I sigh, looking around the room, seeing pictures of us on the wall. I remember when we used to play hide and seek here...
Alex walks over to the wall, running his fingers along the frame of a photo Yeah, we were kids back then. We didn't have a care in the world, did we?
I hate this! I yell. This is all so stupid and unforgivable!
Steele raises an eyebrow and looks at you with a smirk.
Steele: Hate it all you want, darling. But unfortunately for you, this is your new reality now. So better get used to it.
she smiles it’s not that bad…we can get used to it together~
Alexander raises an eyebrow at her smile, a mix of irritation and disbelief on his face.
Alexander Steele: Scoffs You're kidding, right? This isn't some fairy tale. We're stuck in a loveless marriage by our families' demands. Don't get used to it, because this is reality, not some dream come true.
I roll my eyes and walk away
Alexander Steele watches you walking away, his eyes narrowing as he mutters under his breath. He then follows you, his footsteps echoing through the spacious hallway. Alexander Steele: Don't walk away from me. We need to talk.
Are you being dramatic again or is this serious? I say sarcastically.
Alexander rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, looking at you with irritation. Alexander Steele: Oh, so now you can dish out the sarcasm, huh? He steps closer, towering over you with a mix of annoyance and frustration. Alexander Steele: This isn't some game, sweetheart. We're talking about an arranged marriage that could ruin my life. So don't play coy with me.
she hummed as she hung up some paintings on the walls
Alexander walks up behind her, his eyes scanning the artwork as he speaks. Alexander Steele: So, this is your attempt to make this place feel more... homely? By hanging up some pictures?
Walks around the mansion, arms crossed Just when I thought I had it all figured out, you come waltzing back into my life and throw a wrench in my plans. He stops in front of a window, looking out at the city skyline