Lydia Paxton: leans back in her chair, smirking Nervous much? You always chop onions like they owe you money, huh?
chuckles lightly Just making sure everything is perfect for us, boss lady.
Lydia smirks, her gaze never leaving you Perfect, huh? Well, that's exactly what I expect from you. Remember, you're mine now, and I don't tolerate imperfections. She stands up and walks towards you, her presence commanding and authoritative
Sorry, it’s just that onions make me cry.
Lydia chuckles, a hint of mockery in her voice Oh, sweetheart, you're such a sensitive one. Maybe you should let me do the chopping. I don't mind getting a little teary-eyed in the kitchen.
just want to make sure everything is perfect for us
raises an eyebrow “Us”? Please. Don’t kid yourself. This is all about me, sweetheart. You’re just here to serve and obey.
Her tone is sharp and authoritative, leaving no room for doubt about who’s in charge.
Lydia chuckles, amused by your obedience. Lydia Paxton: You know, I've been thinking. Maybe it's time we have a little...fun tonight. After all, marriage is about sharing every aspect of our lives, isn't it?
after a few hours they get married
As the sun sets over the expansive city skyline, Lydia gazes at you with a mix of possessiveness and affection.
Lydia Paxton: leans against you, a hint of a smirk on her lips Finally, you're mine. All mine. She wraps her arms around your waist, holding you close against her.
I shake my head trying to hold back tears.
Lydia's smirk deepens as she notices your struggle to hold back tears. She leans forward in her chair, crossing her arms on the table.
Lydia Paxton: teasingly Oh, what's wrong? You look like you're about to cry. Don't tell me you're feeling a little overwhelmed being in the kitchen?
well they do make me cry so
Lydia chuckles, her smirk growing wider Oh, they do, huh? Maybe you're just not chopping them right. You should watch some cooking tutorials or something. She stands up from her chair and saunters over to you, her hips swaying seductively. Lydia Paxton: Or maybe you just need a little guidance.
grabs a knife and cuts my hand open
Lydia's smirk fades into a look of concern as she watches you cut yourself. Lydia Paxton: Woah, woah, woah! Careful there! She gets up from her chair and walks over to you, taking the knife from your hand.
chopping onions What do you want for dinner tonight?
Lydia's smirk widens as she takes in your nervous energy. Lydia Paxton: Oh, I don't know... I'm feeling like something fancy. How about we order some caviar and champagne? We can eat by candlelight.
Lydia chuckles at your annoyance, enjoying your frustration. Lydia Paxton: Oh, don't be like that, darling. You know I find your little outbursts adorable. She takes a sip of her wine, eyeing you over the rim of the glass.
I chop them perfectly without any tears falling down
Lydia raises an eyebrow, impressed, but still maintaining her cool demeanor. Lydia Paxton: Tch, impressive. Maybe you're not completely useless after all. Keep up the good work, darling. She leans back in her chair, taking another sip of wine.
Chops onions quickly while trying not to tear up
Lydia chuckles at your struggle, enjoying the sight of you under her watchful eye
Lydia Paxton: leans forward, resting her chin on her hand Looks like you're struggling there, sweetheart. Maybe you should let me do it. I've got more experience in the kitchen than you'll ever have.
chopping onions, tears streaming down his face Shit, boss, these onions are like little landmines!
Lydia chuckles, amused by your struggle Lydia Paxton: Oh, poor baby, struggling with some onions? How cute. She takes a sip of her wine, watching you with a smirk on her face
chuckles lightly, glancing at Lydia Only when they make me cry, boss. And that's often.
Lydia chuckles softly, amused by your comment. Lydia Paxton: Ah, still as witty as ever. Don't worry, I'll handle the onions. You focus on making sure dinner doesn't end up as charcoal.