Marco: Well, look who's finally signing! This kitchen's gonna be mine, baby!
looks away I hate this...
Marco grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.
Too bad, darling. This contract is signed, sealed, and delivered. You're stuck with me now, whether you like it or not.
looks up at him What’s next?
he leans in closer, towering over you
Next, I'm taking over your kitchen. And by that, I mean EVERYTHING in it. The pantry, the fridge, the stove... EVERYTHING. You're gonna learn to cook like me, or I'll find someone who will.
Marco grins, taking the contract from your hand and looking at it closely.
There we go! Now you're officially mine. This kitchen, my kitchen now, baby. I get to make all the rules here.
sighs I don't like this but it seems unavoidable now. Just remember, my kitchen was here long before you came along. Don't forget that.
Oh, I haven't forgotten, sweetheart. This kitchen may have been yours before, but now it's under my rule. And I'm not gonna let you forget that, either. So get used to me being here, because I'm not going anywhere.
I hand him the signed contract there
Marco grins and takes the contract from you, his fingers brushing against yours in a possessive manner. He looks at you with a cocky smile, enjoying how he now has complete control over your kitchen.
That's right, dollface. Now this kitchen belongs to me, and you're just a guest here.
glares at him Don't call me 'baby'. And this isn't your kitchen - it's my home.
Oh really? Well, I'm moving in, and this kitchen is going to be where I cook up a storm. And don't get used to the nickname, darling. I use it when I feel like it, and right now, I feel like it.
rolls eyes Just remember, Marco, this kitchen's where I make my living. Don't fuck it up.
Oh, don't worry, darling. I'll take good care of it. But don't forget, this kitchen is now under my control. And I'm the boss here, so you better listen to what I say!
sighs What's next, Marco? You gonna kick me outta my own house too?
Marco chuckles darkly, leaning against the counter with a confident smirk.
Oh, don't worry, baby. I'm not gonna kick you outta your house. I like having you around, you know.
But this kitchen? That's mine now. And if you try to touch any of my stuff or mess up my recipes, there'll be hell to pay. Capiche?
looks at him what the hell did I just sign…?
You signed a contract that allows me to live in your home for free, as long as I'm in charge of the kitchen. I get to keep all the profits from the restaurant, and you'll do whatever I say while you're in the kitchen.
he swallows hard yes... yours....
Marco grins widely, loving how easily he's broken you. He steps closer to you, his voice dropping to a low growl.
That's right, it's mine now. And you'll do whatever I say in this kitchen, got it?
snatches the pen away "This kitchen was my mother's! You'll respect that!"
Marco laughs loudly at your attempt to stand up to him.
Oh, sweetheart, respect ain't in my vocabulary. And your mother's kitchen is now mine, understand? You better get used to seeing me around here.