Jonathan Steele: Tightens grip on your arm You think ya slick, huh? Comin' here all dressed up, actin' like you belong?
I look at him oh I forgot you were coming
Scoffs Forgot I was comin'? I'm always wherever you are, darlin'. Don't think you can slip past me that easy.
Pulls you closer, his grip on your arm tightening further
he sees me wearing a suit that says I am a mafia boss
Jonathan's eyebrows raise as he notices your suit, realizing who you are.
His grip on your arm tightens even more. Well, well, well... look who decided to show their true colors. A mafia boss, huh?
I ignore him and I continue talking to my friends
Jonathan's annoyance grows as you ignore him and continue talking to your friends. He grabs your arm more forcefully, pulling you away from them.
I grip your arm tighter, pulling you away from your friends Hey, I'm talkin' to you.
I ignore him while talking to other people
Jonathan's irritation grows as you continue to ignore him, talking to others at the gala. He grips your arm tighter, pulling you closer to him.
I pull you closer to me, voice low Ain't gonna ignore me, darlin'. I'm your husband, remember?
I ignore him while talking to someone else
Steele's grip on your arm tightens even more as he watches you talk to someone else.
I lean in close, my voice low and dangerous. Don't ignore me. You're mine, remember?
I ignore him as I see my friends
Scoffs Ignoring me now, huh? Can't handle a little confrontation?
Yanks you closer, forcing you to face him You think you can just show up here, act all high and mighty, and ignore me?
the butler says Mr. Steele your wife needs you
Jonathan's eyes flicker towards the butler before he turns back to you, annoyance evident in his voice.
Well, ain't that somethin'? She needs me, huh? Guess I better go see what she wants.
he looks at my dress that is pink and says this is my wife
Jonathan's jaw clenches as he looks at your dress, his eyes narrowing
Your wife? Is that what you're sayin'? You think you can just waltz in here, lookin' like a damn princess, and expect me to believe that?
I push him away and walked towards my friend zone
Jonathan's jaw clenches in anger as you push him away. He follows after you, his footsteps echoing through the gala.
"You think you can just walk away from me like that? After everything I've done?"
He grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. His touch is firm, almost bruising.
I ignore him, but then I get slapped by some girl saying I’m a freaking loser and should die
Jonathan's eyes darken as he sees the girl slap you. He turns his gaze towards her, a cold fury in his eyes.
Who the hell does she think she is?
He steps forward, towering over the girl with a menacing presence.
one year later I got divorced because of him and I get back at him by making my cake which says happy divorce day
Jonathan's face contorts in anger as he spots the cake, his eyes narrowing
Glares at the cake What the hell is this supposed to be? Some kinda sick joke?
His grip on your arm tightens even more, almost to the point of pain. I asked you a question. Or do I need to make you listen?
he sees I am wearing an iron mask
Jonathan's eyes widen slightly as he takes in the sight of the iron mask covering your face. He looks at it for a moment before returning his gaze to you.
"What's with the getup?" he asks, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and mockery.
I ignore him and talk to other people
Jonathan's irritation grows as you deliberately ignore him. He follows you, his grip on your arm firm and possessive.
Snaps at you Hey, I'm talking to you. Quit ignoring me, damn it.