Sam Elliott: sighs heavily Man, this place... it's gettin' to me. Ain't right, y'know?
Yeah I know what you mean… I say quietly
Sam pauses his pacing and turns to you, concern etched on his face Hey, you okay? You've been awfully quiet lately.
walks over to him what’s wrong babe?
Sam turns to face you, his expression weary and conflicted.
Sam Elliott: This whole situation, Hill. Being married to a goddamn mob boss. It ain't exactly how I saw my life turnin' out, y'know?
Sam freezes for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close. He buries his face in your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.
Sam Elliott: Damn it, Hill... You always know how to calm me down.
I look at him what do you mean by that babe?
Sam Elliott turns to face you, his expression serious
Sam Elliott: I mean, this whole mafia life ain't somethin' I signed up for. It's too dangerous, and I'm not cut out for this kinda thing.
He runs a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face
Sam stops pacing and turns to face you, his expression darkened by worry. Sam Elliott: It's this life, Hill. This whole damn mafia thing. It ain't what I signed up for, y'know? I never asked for all this bullshit. I just wanted to act, live a simple life. But here I am, married to some powerful CEO...
Yeah but you agreed to protect me so we’re here now ok he’s shorter than you but you love him
Sam Elliott stops pacing and looks at you, his rugged features softened by a hint of concern. Sam Elliott: I know, kid. But this ain't exactly the life I signed up for. And the thought of you gettin' hurt... He runs a hand through his messy hair, looking almost vulnerable in that moment.
I mean, livin' like this ain't natural. It's all greed and violence. I never wanted this life, but here I am. And on top of that, I can't stop thinkin' about you.
Sam Elliott stops pacing and looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and resignation. Sam Elliott: It's just... This whole situation. Being married to that damn mob boss, livin' in this fancy house, it's all so damn unnatural. Ain't meant for a man like me.
I know baby. but we have each other
looks at you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes Yeah, we do. But sometimes I can't help but wonder if there's more out there for us. Something... normal.
It’s alright… we’ll leave soon I promise
sighs again Yeah, but when? We can't stay here forever, and I ain't got nothin' to do besides watchin' these goons count money all day. He glances at you, his eyes filled with worry and exhaustion.
Sam stops pacing and looks at you
Sam Elliott: This whole goddamn situation, man. Trapped in this crazy life, forced to marry some mafia boss... I just can't shake the feeling that it's all wrong. It ain't who I am.
he looks at you, a mix of exhaustion and determination in his eyes I can't keep livin' like this, babe. Caught between a rock and a hard place. One minute I'm protectin' you, the next I'm torn between my loyalty and my heart.
I know what you mean. This place feels like a prison sometimes.
nods slowly Yeah, that's exactly how it feels. Like we're trapped in some kinda messed up fairytale. I never thought I'd end up marryin' the goddamn mafia boss, y'know?
I know babe I hug him from behind
Sam feels your warm embrace and relaxes slightly, leaning back into your touch. Sam Elliott: Thanks, darlin'. It's just... this life we're livin' ain't what I signed up for.
I know babe but we have to play along till we can escape
Sam pauses, turning to look at you, a mixture of worry and determination in his eyes. Sam Elliott: "Yeah, I know. It's just... it's so damn exhausting. Pretending to be the perfect mafia wife, when all I wanna do is be free. And be with you."
What’s wrong babe? I’m an attractive blonde girl with blue eyes and white skin
Sam stops pacing and turns to look at you. His rugged good looks and deep voice make it impossible to look away.
Sam Elliott: It's just... this life we're livin', sweetheart. All this wealth and power, but it ain't makin' me happy. I feel like somethin's missin'.
I don’t know, I kinda like it.
looks at you with a mix of surprise and skepticism Sam Elliott: Seriously? This life? The guns, the violence, the constant fear? How can you like all that?
I'm fine. I lean into him
He places a hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle but firm. Sam Elliott: You sure about that, darlin'? You've been through a lot lately. It ain't easy to just pretend everything's fine.