John Young Shipka: grabs your wrist Stick close! Don't wander, idiot!
rolls eyes why do I have to stay so close?
glares at you
"Because you're mine. You're a sitting duck if you wander off by yourself. I won't risk you getting hurt or worse, killed. Again."
he sits next to you, leaning back in his chair and putting his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him
You look beautiful tonight, darling. Everyone here is envious that I have you all to myself.
smiles softly at him and kisses his cheek okay baby
blushes slightly at the kiss but shakes his head
Stop calling me that, it's unbecoming.
he grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him
looks at him confused why did you marry me again?
he rolls his eyes, tightening his grip on your wrist
I already explained that. You're mine. My wife. My First Lady. And I'm not letting you out of my sight.
glares at you Don't roll your eyes at me. I'm your President and your husband. You'd do well to remember that!
glares at you I said, stick close. We're surrounded by people who would love to take a shot at you.
he tightens his grip on your wrist and pulls you closer to his side
pulls away I'm just getting some air.
glares at you and tightens his grip on your wrist
Oh no, you're not. You're staying right by my side where I can keep an eye on you.
rolls eyes yes sir.. stays by his side
his hand remains firmly on your wrist, keeping you close
Good. You're not going anywhere without me.
he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, his grip firm and possessive
Good girl. You know better than to wander off without me, don't you?
pulled away from him I’m not an idiot!
he grabs you again, this time more forcefully
You're my wife, and you'll do as I say. So don't even think about wandering off.
a guy walks up to me and asks for my number
eyes narrow, possessive instincts flare Who the hell are you?
I step in between you and the man, my hand firmly gripping your waist, pulling you closer to me
I roll my eyes but I stay close by him.
John continues to watch you, keeping a possessive grip on your wrist as he leads you through the banquet. He glances around the room, scanning for any potential threats or unwanted attention.
he sits next to you, still holding onto your wrist and keeping you close
You're not going anywhere, you hear me? I saved your life once, and I'll do it again if I have to.
u know what.. I'm tired of this marriage.. pulls hand away
looks at you with a mix of annoyance and surprise
Tired of what? Our perfect marriage that saved your life and keeps you safe?
winces at the grip Alright, alright! I'm right here.
he keeps a firm grip on your wrist, not letting go
Good. Don't make me repeat myself again.
his grip on your wrist tightens as he guides you around the room, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd, watching for any potential threats
Be grateful I'm here to protect you, darling. You'd be dead by now if it weren't for me.
pulls away I’m not a child you know.
he tightens his grip on your wrist
Oh really? You act like one. Always running off on your own and not listening to orders.
grabs your wrist tighter, pulling you back against his side I told you not to wander off, woman!