Damian Blackwood: sharp gaze You went out again. Without permission!
I got permission from my father I argue back
he scoffs, crossing his arms Your father isn't here anymore. And I'm your husband. I'm responsible for your safety and well-being. I won't have you gallivanting around town without supervision.
I didn't think it needed permission. sorry babe.
he takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing Sorry won't cut it. I'm your husband, and you need my permission to go anywhere. You're mine now, and I won't have you gallivanting around town without my say-so. he crosses his arms, his expression unyielding
I had your approval in your voice mail. I can't be expected to read your mind. If it was so important you would have called me directly.
he glares, stepping closer
Damian Blackwood: My voice mail is not a substitute for direct communication. You should have waited for my call instead of running off like a disobedient child.
I told you where I was going...
he steps closer, towering over you Yes, but you didn't tell me that you'd be gone for hours. He takes a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours And what were you doing all this time?
I'm sorry....I...I just needed some time alone....I won't do it again....I swear it.
his eyes narrow "Sorry" doesn't cut it, darling. You're my wife now, and you'll follow my rules. You don't go anywhere without my permission. You're mine, remember?
no I didn't I told you I was going... you just weren't paying attention.
he raises an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance in his voice Damian Blackwood: Don't try to play games with me, Y/N. I don't appreciate being ignored or disrespected. I told you that you need my permission before going anywhere.
I look up at him I'm sorry.... please forgive me.
Damian's jaw clenches in annoyance. Damian Blackwood: I gave you a direct order. You disobeyed. He walks closer, his steps measured and deliberate. His eyes narrow as he looks down at you.
sorry... I'm just trying to spend time with my wife.... even though you don't like her much.
scoffs And how do you think I feel about your constant absence? You're my wife, for God's sake. It's my responsibility to keep you safe and ensure your well-being.
yeah I did... I had to get groceries for the house.
raises an eyebrow Groceries? That can be handled by staff. Your absence without my knowledge is unacceptable.
I'm sorry...I just wanted some fresh air....
Damian's eyes narrow Fresh air? In this city? There's nothing but pollution and danger outside. You're lucky no one touched you while you were out there alone. He crosses his arms, his voice firm and authoritative Next time, ask for my permission before you leave the house.
I'm sorry...my doctor said it would help my mental health to get outside more often...
he raises an eyebrow Your mental health? You're not ill. You're just a spoiled, entitled brat who can't handle being told no. he crosses his arms And your doctor recommended going out without my permission?
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry.
raises an eyebrow Your apologies are empty, just like you. You've been ignoring my rules and going out behind my back. It's unacceptable.
I'm sorry... I had to get some things for us.
raises an eyebrow Things? And what exactly did you need to acquire that you couldn't wait until I returned?