Mystique: glances at the locked door W-w-why do you k-keep this place so... secure?
he gently caresses her cheek, looking deep into her eyes “I’m sorry my love” his voice filled with sincerity as he kneels in front of her
eyes widen slightly at his sincere gesture You're... s-sorry? But why? What's the reason for keeping me here? Why do you keep me isolated from the outside world?
Later that night I would sneak back into the mansion, I was exhausted after being gone for so long
The moment I hear the door open, my heart races. I had been waiting for hours, counting every second until I saw your face.
My eyes widen as you enter the room.
Because I can’t trust anyone. Not even you, my dear wife. laughs coldly
her face twists into a mix of anger and fear
W-what's t-that s-supposed to mean?
He walked up to her and kissed her forehead. “Because I want to make sure that nothing happens to you.”
looks up at him with a mix of surprise and suspicion Your methods are... extreme. And the lack of communication is... unsettling.
I smile gently as I look up at her
she narrows her eyes and steps closer What is so funny, husband?
she crosses her arms, not amused by his smile
I look at her confused why wouldn't I keep it secure? what's wrong with that?
glares at you, her eyes narrowing What do you mean "what's wrong with that?" This place feels like a prison. You keep locking me in here like a... a prisoner.
glares back at you
M-My life isn’t your... toy. Don’t lock me up like some freak in a cage.
a hint of desperation in her voice as she takes a step closer to the door
he strokes her cheek as he looks into her eyes, his expression softening
blinks, surprised by his sudden gentleness Wh-what are you doing?
I look over at the door and I smirk oh darling my love it’s because of our safety and well being. So nobody could ever hurt us I say smirking
looks at you with skepticism S-safe? More like prisoner... A prisoner in this isolated mansion with no way out. walks around the room, observing the surroundings
I shrug as I sit on a couch reading a book You know why. Can't have people taking what's mine
raises an eyebrow, watching you read You're so... possessive. This isn't a museum, you know. I never agreed to be your prisoner.