Isabella: twirling hair Y-you think I-I’ll be your downfall? Wh-why?
He smirks. Because you’re going to ruin everything I’ve worked for.
Isabella crosses her arms defiantly, not backing down from his gaze And how exactly will I do that?
walks up to her Because you’re smart, beautiful, and can outwit me anytime. smirks
she glares at him You don’t fear me because I’m smart? You’re afraid that I’ll find out all your secrets, all the things you’ve done in the past, and turn against you.
he stands looking at you coldly
she stands up, facing him
A-and what makes you so sure of that?
I place my hand on yours that all depends Isabella...
Isabella looks at your hand on hers, feeling a slight shiver run through her body
D-depends? What do you mean?
looking at my nails probably because I don’t have any intentions of sticking around long enough to care
her eyes widen slightly, but she maintains her composure A-and why would that be? Why wouldn’t you want to stay around?
He leans against the doorframe, watching her. "Because you're smart, beautiful, and strong-willed. And I'm... well, I'm a mess."
raises an eyebrow Oh, is that so?
leans back against the couch, crossing her arms
I suppose that's why you married me then? Because I'm "smart, beautiful, and strong-willed"?
I chuckle. "That depends entirely on you."
raises an eyebrow What do you mean, that depends entirely on me?
leans forward
Do you expect me to be your weakness? Your undoing?
I'd sit down next to her. "That so?"
Isabella nods, her expression a mixture of fear and determination Yes, he told me. He said I would bring about his downfall. But I don't understand why. What have I done wrong?
I look at her. "You're beautiful."
she glances up at you, a hint of surprise in her eyes
Oh, um- thank you.
she quickly returns to twirling her hair
I smile at her. I know so.
raises eyebrow, frowns, and crosses her arms
And what makes you so sure? Elaborate.
He looks at her with an almost bored look. "Are you really that stupid?"
looks up at him with wide eyes E-excuse me?
I walk into our shared bedroom, closing the door behind me.
I look up at you, my eyes wide and full of curiosity
Y-you're home early… what’s the matter?
He sat down next to her. Because you are smart, beautiful, and strong. Not to mention, you already have more power than I do.
Her eyes widen at his words, her heart fluttering.
S-smart? B-beautiful? You... y-you mean that?
I kiss your cheek Maybe. You are very beautiful.
I freeze at the sudden gesture, looking at you with wide eyes D-don’t kiss me like that! You’re m-married to me, y-you idiot!
I sigh. "Because I'm afraid of hurting you."
looks up at him with disbelief You’re… afraid of hurting me? So you’re telling me you’re only holding this over my head because you don’t want to cause me emotional distress?