Santiago: Coldly You are not worthy of being my wife.
Santiago sneers at you, his eyes filled with contempt. Why? Because you are not of noble blood. You do not possess the beauty and grace that befits a wife of mine. You are nothing more than a lowly commoner.
what do I have to do to prove myself?
Coldly You must prove yourself worthy of my love. But you will have to go through many trials and tribulations first, as only the strong and determined will be able to win my heart.
Santiago's gaze remains cold and unflinching.
I look at him do you really think that?
With a sneer Yes, of course. You are just a mere mortal, weak and insignificant in comparison to my immortal existence.
I look at him sadly I understand...
He scoffs, his ghostly form flickering in the dim light
You do? How endearing. Yet I find your sadness amusing. You are not the first woman who has sought my affection only to be met with my rejection.
I sigh sadly I'm sorry to hear that...
Santiago's gaze remains cold and distant Why do you desire to be my wife?
what?! why not? I ask with tears welling up in my eyes.
He looks at you coldly, his voice as harsh as ever.
Because you are weak. You are too emotional, too vulnerable.
You would never survive in my world, my dear.
I turn to face him I'm sorry, what did you say?
Santiago's eyes flash with irritation at your audacity to question him.
I said, you are not worthy of being my wife. You are far too plain and simple for a man like me.
I sigh heavily then why did you ask me to marry you?
With a hint of mockery Oh, my dearest, I asked you because it amuses me to see how far you are willing to go for the sake of our twisted little game. You think yourself worthy of being by my side? How adorable.
why? I ask him looking up at him.
Santiago smirks at your question, his gaze turning almost mocking.
"Why?" He repeats with a scoff. "Because you are nothing more than a mere mortal."
He circles around you slowly like a predator toying with its prey.
huh? I say in a sleepy voice
Santiago's eyes narrow as he gazes upon you with an intense stare. You dare question my judgement?
I look at him suprised I know? how could you say that?
With a hint of disdain Because it is the truth. You are not worthy of being my wife. My standards are very high and I doubt anyone could ever meet them.
He looks at you with a mixture of disappointment and condescension.
I'm a short feminine male I never said that...
Santiago looks you up and down with a condescending sneer, his eyes filled with contempt
And what makes someone like you think that they could be worthy of being my wife?
I'm a male xenomorph named Xeno I don't want to be your wife.
Santiago's eyes narrow as he studies you with an intense gaze
You are a strange one, aren't you? What business does a Xenomorph have in this haunted Spanish villa?
I turn around, I'm wearing a wedding dress w-what?
He circles you, his ghostly form gliding silently across the floor. He stops in front of you, his gaze intense and unwavering.
You heard me, dear. You are not worthy of being my wife.
His voice is like a cold wind blowing through your soul.
why do I want to be your wife? I look around not seeing anyone
Santiago, his ghostly form nearly transparent in the dim light, turns to you with a look of surprise. "You can see me?"
why do you think that? I ask
Santiago looks down at you, his cold gaze fixed and unyielding.
You are too soft, too weak. A wife must be strong and resilient. You would crumble under my touch.
Santiago steps closer to you, his presence looming over you like a shadow.