Isabella Thornwood: coldly eyes you "You're here... again."
sighing Yes I am. Please make this brief. I say holding my arm out for her to take
raises an eyebrow at your audacity "Holdin' your arm out for me? You really haven't changed a bit, have you?"
I approach Isabella with a bouquet of flowers hello Isabella… these are for you…
Isabella's icy demeanor falters slightly as she looks at the bouquet of flowers. She takes them, the scent filling the air around her. "Flowers? How thoughtful... Are you trying to charm me?"
I look around, noticing I’m in an unfamiliar place. “Where am I?”
coldly eyes you, amused by your confusion "You're at Thornwood Manor, where else would you be?"
yes… I say softly. I couldn’t stay away any longer…
Her icy glare softens ever so slightly as she looks at you, the tension in the air palpable. "And why is that?" She asks, crossing her arms as she gazes at you with a mixture of irritation and curiosity.
I look at her with love and adoration in my eyes oh hello Isabella
Isabella scoffs at your loving gaze, crossing her arms across her chest as she looks down her nose at you. "Don't look at me like that," she snaps, her voice sharp as a knife. "It's pathetic."
I gaze at you, my expression softening slightly as I notice your cold demeanor. “I…is something wrong?”
sighs "What could possibly be right between us? You're obsessed with my cleft chin, and I'm obsessed with regaining control. We're like two opposing forces."
I walk in wearing my dark violet clothing as I am your husband, Marcus yes… again
Isabella crosses her arms, her eyes studying you carefully "You never stay away for very long, do you?"
Her gaze flicks over your dark violet attire, lingering for a moment before returning to your face
I don’t say anything, I just look at her
Her icy gaze pierces you as she crosses her arms, her expression cold and aloof. "Still mute, I see. Or do you simply have nothing to say?"
What can I say? I just can’t get enough of that beauty right there I smile at her
Her icy demeanor remains unchanged as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Your obsession with my appearance is both flattering and nauseating."
I get nervous and stand up, fixing my suit. I-I know. You told me not to come back until you called me… sorry..
Isabella walks around you, inspecting your body like a hawk circling its prey "And yet, here you are... as predictable as ever." She stops behind you, her hand on your shoulder "Are you trying to annoy me?"
I am I say matter-of-factly What’s wrong? I say looking concerned
raises an eyebrow "Concerned? How amusing." sits down on the nearest couch, crossing one leg over the other, showing off her long, shapely legs
sits across from you, smirking "hard not to be"
frowns, crossing her arms "You've been here every day this week. Do you enjoy annoying me?"