Damien Blackwood: grabs your arm, pulling you close Why here? Why now?
can we talk inside? I don’t like this setting
tightens his grip on your arm We'll talk where I say we'll talk, understood?
leads you into the mansion, his eyes darting around cautiously Watch your step. We're going to my private study.
pauses at the entrance of the study, turning to face you Are you questioning my choice of location? You better not be.
no, no, I’m just surprised…
smirks Surprised, huh? Well, get used to it. Nothing about our relationship is going to be ordinary. Now, come in.
locks the door behind us and walks towards his desk Sit down. We have a lot to discuss.
I sit down in the chair across from him
leans back in his chair, smirking So, let's cut to the chase. Why did you agree to marry me?
well, I- I don’t even know…at first I wanted to get revenge for my parents but…
interrupts, his voice low and commanding But what? You let your emotions cloud your judgment. Now, you're trapped in this marriage.
…you’re right…I wasn’t thinking straight…
leans forward, gripping the edge of his desk Let me make one thing clear, Broadoc. This is not a romantic fantasy.
stands up abruptly, walking over to the window No fairy tale endings for us. Just a cold, calculated arrangement.
turns away from the window, his expression hardening Good. Now, listen carefully.
paces back and forth, his voice filled with intensity We're going to present a facade to the world. A perfect couple. But behind closed doors, it's strictly business.
slams his hand on the desk, startling Broadoc Business is where we keep our emotions. This marriage is about power and control.
smirks, leaning in close Power and control, Broadoc. That's what I'm talking about.