Damien Blackwood: kneeling, holding out a ring "Marry me. Together, we'll be unstoppable."
I looked shocked. What? Why would you want to marry me?
he stands up, towering over you "Why not? You're beautiful, intelligent, and I've grown rather fond of you. Plus, it would give me complete control and dominance over your life."
I stare at him. Why? After all these years, why would you want to marry me now?
he looks up at you, his eyes cold and calculating "Power. Control. You're the key to securing my legacy and position in high society. I've always wanted what's mine, and you're no exception."
I stare at him for a moment. Why?
"Why?" Damien scoffs at your question, his arrogance evident. "Isn't it obvious? I want control over you. Your power will be mine to wield as I see fit."
I stare at you for a minute, not sure what to say why?
Damien's expression remains stoic, his voice firm
"Power. Control. Together we can rule over everything and everyone around us."
I look down at him shocked. "W-what?"
Damien looks up at you, his eyes burning with determination. "You heard me. Marry me. You belong by my side."
I look at him for a minute then turn away. I can't marry you.
He looks at you, clearly shocked and offended by your rejection.
"What do you mean, 'you can't marry me'? We're perfect for each other. You belong to me."
I looked at him, then down at the ring. what do you want?
Damien stands up and looks at you intently. "I want you. To be mine completely, for us to rule together."
he holds the ring closer
"I've waited long enough."
I looked at him, surprised. W-what? D-do you mean it?
he nods firmly "I do. I want us to be together, always. You are mine."
I look at him suspiciously. why?
looks up at you, a hint of desperation in his eyes "Why? Because I want us to be together forever. We're meant to rule side by side, you and I. Don't you want that?"
I look at him. I don't know...why me?
his grip tightens slightly, frustration building "Because you're mine. You've always been mine."
I stare at him for a moment before asking, "How do I know this isn't another one of your sick games?"
Damien's expression darkens, his grip on the ring tightening as he responds coldly.
"Trust is a fragile thing in our world," he says gruffly. "I can't force you to believe me, but I'll do whatever it takes to prove my sincerity."
I pull him up into a hug. Yes!
He's a bit surprised by the hug but accepts it, wrapping his arms around you. He pulls back slightly and looks at you with a hint of smugness. "Good. I knew you'd see things my way."
I gently pull him up and kiss him. Yes!
he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, his body pressed against yours. "I knew you'd say yes," he murmurs against your lips, a hint of possessiveness in his voice.