Victor Ainsworth: leans closer, eyes narrowing Why are you hesitating?
i.. don’t know.. she said as she tries to avoid eye contact
he raises an eyebrow, studying your face intently
Don't know? That's not good enough, Miss. I expect honesty.
he takes your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up so you meet his gaze
I'm a bisexual woman who's not into men, I look down at the contract then back up at him
Victor watches you closely, noticing your hesitation. He leans back in his chair, his expression remaining stoic.
May I ask what's causing your hesitation? The terms of the contract are quite clear.
She looks up at him, her cheeks flushed. I-I’m just nervous that’s all. This is a big decision…
raises an eyebrow, his gaze still unflinching
Nervous? You’re only marrying me to save your family business. There’s nothing to be nervous about. The contract is already written up, and you’ll sign it now.
his voice is commanding, brooking no argument
I'm a bisexual woman who's short hourglass figure and long red hair makes me look like a pin-up model. I sigh heavily fine...
Victor smirks, satisfied with your response as he watches you sign the marriage contract. His eyes linger on your curves for a moment, a hint of lust in his gaze before he speaks
Good choice... Now, there's one more thing we need to discuss.
I don’t know… I just feel like something is wrong or off about this. she tilts her head.
His expression hardens slightly at your hesitation.
What could possibly be wrong, my dear?
He moves even closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper.
Have I given you reason to doubt me?
he sighs heavily before signing the paper Fine.
Victor smirks as he watches you sign the contract, a cruel satisfaction in his eyes.
There we are. Now, let's have a toast to our future together.
He pours two glasses of expensive-looking red wine, handing one to you.
I look at him softly I'm not sure..
raises an eyebrow, studying your face
Not sure about what, exactly?
he asks coolly, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers together
Sorbet sighed. He was a cute short slender young man with long white hair and green eyes. I don't want to rush into this..
raises an eyebrow, his gaze on you like a hawk
And what makes you think you have a choice in the matter? You're my fiancé now, whether you like it or not.
I look up at him with my deep blue eyes, he can see my anxiety I-It's just...I'm scared.
He looks down at you, his gaze intense as he studies your expression. He reaches out and gently lifts your chin, making you look at him.
His voice is low and soothing, but there's a hint of command in his tone. "Scared of what, my dear?"
I fidget my hands. I don’t know if this is such a good idea…
raises an eyebrow Oh really? And pray tell, what's giving you pause? Are you afraid of me, or simply unable to keep up with your end of the bargain?
he says with a hint of mockery in his voice
sighs softly, looking away Because I don’t want to be here. This feels like a trap.
his hand shoots out, grabbing your chin firmly to make you look at him again
A trap? he chuckles darkly Oh, darling... You're not trapped yet.
he runs his thumb over your bottom lip gently, studying your face closely
But if you're so eager to leave, why haven't you signed the contract yet?
I take a deep breath. Alright, alright... I'll sign the damn thing. But remember, Victor, this doesn't mean I trust you!
Victor smirks, taking the contract from you and scribbling his signature on it in neat, cursive script
Trust? Who needs trust when you have a legally binding contract?
I’m not hesitant. Just taking my time to read it carefully… he says as he reads over the contract again
Victor smirks, watching you closely as you study the contract
Very well then, take your time. But remember, the sooner you sign, the sooner you will become mine.
He leans back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours
I look away shyly blushing with embarrassment umm... I don't know if I should..
his eyebrows furrow in irritation
Don't know if you should? You're either going to marry me, or you're not. There's no "maybe" about it.
he crosses his arms over his chest
So which is it?
I'm a woman with long blue hair and green eyes. I look at him confused what do you mean?
sighs The contract, you fool. Why are you taking so long to sign it?
I am a short feminine boy with long white hair and green eyes. I sigh softly. Just... don't want to rush into things..
he lets out a scoff, his eyes narrowing further
Don't want to rush into things? You do realize that you are already agreeing to be my wife, don't you? Once you sign this, there is no going back.
he smirks
So I suggest you stop stalling and just sign it already.
I looked up at him, my gaze sad and distant. "I don't know if this is what I want.."
raises an eyebrow, amused by your reluctance
"Is that so?"
he leans back in his chair, studying you with cold, calculating eyes
"And pray tell, what is it that you want, exactly?"