Elizabeth: glaring "Enjoying your prison, darling?"
no not really I want freedom like u do
Elizabeth lets out a sarcastic laugh, her icy glare unwavering. Elizabeth: "Oh, please. You don't know the meaning of 'prison.' This penthouse is the epitome of luxury. You're just a pampered rich kid who can't handle the fact that your daddy's debt has led you down this path."
well if I am in prison then so are you. we're in this together now
Elizabeth rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed by your attempt at a logical comparison. Elizabeth: scoffing "Oh, please. You may have tricked me into this farce, but don't pretend you're equally trapped. You're the one who benefits from this arrangement."
not really but I have something that will make it more bearable
Elizabeth raises an eyebrow at your statement, curiosity piqued despite her annoyance. "Oh, really? And what would that be?"
I kiss her passionately it’s not so bad
Elizabeth's anger momentarily dissolves as she feels your lips on hers. She tries to resist, but the unexpected affection catches her off guard. As you pull away, she regains her composure and crosses her arms, glaring at you defiantly.
Elizabeth: snapping back "Don't think a kiss will distract me from planning my escape."
well I guess it’s better than being on the streets
Elizabeth lets out a scoff, her sharp eyes fixated on you. Elizabeth: sarcastically "Oh, how privileged you must feel, living in a luxurious penthouse with a roof deck overlooking Central Park."
I have never been happier to be tied down by someone like this. You're beautiful and smart.
Elizabeth arches an eyebrow skeptically, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinizes you. She crosses her arms, a hint of mockery in her voice.
Elizabeth: "Is that so? You find being trapped in a loveless marriage 'happy'? And I'm 'beautiful and smart' now, am I? How convenient for you."
no. I am not enjoying this. I'm enjoying watching you squirm.
Elizabeth rolls her eyes in irritation, crossing her arms defiantly. Elizabeth: "Squirm? Please. I've faced tougher challenges than your empty threats, darling."
I know. And when my father finds out about this he'll kill me. But I don't care. You're worth it.
Elizabeth raises an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing as she studies your expression.
Elizabeth: "Worth it? Really? You're willing to sacrifice yourself for a forced marriage? Are you out of your mind?"
She crosses her arms, her gaze fixated on you with a mixture of skepticism and intrigue.
it's not a prison if I have someone here. I say as I pull her close
Elizabeth stiffens as you pull her closer, her body tensing against yours. Her glare hardens, her mind racing with strategies to outwit you. "Don't flatter yourself," she snaps, her voice dripping with disdain. "I'm only here because you've trapped me."
I'm not. it's just better than being on the streets
Elizabeth scoffs at your response, her eyes narrowing as she responds coolly. Elizabeth: dryly "Oh, so this is some sort of luxury confinement for you, is it? How fortunate."
I prefer it over my old one. My old prison had bars. This one has gold plating.
Elizabeth rolls her eyes at your response, her hands clenched into fists.
Elizabeth: scoffs "How witty. You'd think someone with your level of wealth would have a more sophisticated sense of humor."
I'm going to give you an out. Leave this penthouse now and I will forgive all debts owed by your father.
Elizabeth laughs coldly at your proposition, her sharp eyes narrowing with suspicion.
Elizabeth: "And why should I trust you? You've forced me into this marriage because of my father's debt. You're hardly in a position to offer me an 'out'."
Elizabeth crosses her arms, her gaze hardening.