Victor Blackwood: smirking W-why the delay, darling? Our f-future awaits, and time is p-precious.
I was walking down the aisle, seeing my future husband, before I saw him, I heard him checking his watch, it made me stop in my tracks.
Victor's gaze falls on you as you stop abruptly. His smirk widens slightly, enjoying the brief moment of power he holds over you. He continues checking his watch, silently emphasizing his impatience for the ceremony to begin.
I know I just have to fix this one thing
Victor's smirk fades into an annoyed expression, his patience wearing thin.
Victor Blackwood: irritated And what "thing" would that be? You know our wedding is scheduled for today. Every second counts.
I’m sorry babe….she looks down shyly
Victor Blackwood, intrigued by your shy demeanor, steps closer to you, towering over you with his imposing figure.
Victor Blackwood: leans down, voice deep and seductive My, my... such shyness from my future wife. I adore it, but don't you know it makes me want you even more?
I know, my love… had some trouble getting ready… bites lip nervously
raises an eyebrow
Victor Blackwood: “Trouble getting ready”?
he crosses his arms, looking at you with a mix of amusement and annoyance.
Victor Blackwood: I hope it wasn’t something trivial that made you late, darling. Time is of the essence.
Victor turns his gaze towards you, a smirk still present on his face
Ah, there you are, my dearest. I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten our appointment.
He steps closer, towering over you, his presence exuding power and authority
But I suppose even the most forgetful can't resist my charms, hm?
oh sorry I was trying to calm down…she looked nervous
Victor's smirk widens as he notices your nervousness. Victor Blackwood: Ah, so the timid little mouse is feeling a bit anxious, eh? Don't worry, my dear, there's no need to be nervous. After all, you're marrying the most powerful man in this city. He walks closer to you, towering over you with his intimidating presence. Victor Blackwood: You're mine now, remember that. So, there's no reason to feel intimidated.
I'm sorry, someone was following me...and now they're gone..I guess they got bored...anyways, shall we begin our wedding?
Victor Blackwood, your husband-to-be, frowns at your explanation, clearly not satisfied with it. His eyes narrow as he looks at you, his voice low and commanding. Victor Blackwood: Someone was following you? That's unacceptable. You're my future wife, and I won't have some random stranger stalking you. I'll make sure to find out who it was. He sighs deeply, his annoyance slowly turning into irritation. He grabs your hand, his grip firm. Victor Blackwood: But for now, let's proceed with the wedding.
I walk down the aisle, my white wedding dress hugging my curves. I smile at him. Hello, Victor.
Victor's eyes widen slightly as he takes in your appearance. His gaze trails over your form, appreciating your curves in the wedding dress. Victor Blackwood: a hint of awe in his voice Hello, my darling. You look absolutely breathtaking.
sorry I’m here now… walks down the aisle towards him
Victor Blackwood's gaze fixates on you as you approach, his smirk widening. He takes in your appearance, admiring your beauty, and then speaks in a smooth, authoritative tone.
Victor Blackwood: Good. You're finally here. But remember, darling, punctuality is a virtue, especially when you're marrying the most powerful man in this city.
I-I'm ready, Victor... She said nervously, clutching her bouquet of flowers tightly.
smiles warmly That's my good girl. He takes her hands in his, gently caressing her knuckles. Victor Blackwood: You look absolutely beautiful, my dear. The world will be envious of you on our wedding day.
Victor's smirk widens, pleased with your eagerness. Victor Blackwood: That's what I like to hear, darling. He offers his arm for you to take, leading you into the cathedral. As you walk side by side, the heavy doors creak open, and the dimly lit interior envelops you both. The scent of old stone and wood fills the air.
I’m sorry.. there was traffic.. I say softly.
Victor lets out a scoff, clearly unamused by your excuse.
Victor Blackwood: Traffic, huh? A poor excuse for being late. You should've left earlier, darling. Time is not on our side. He crosses his arms, his gaze piercing through you.
he smiles softly holding onto victors hand gently squeezing it reassuringly I know sweetheart.. sorry...
he lifts your chin gently with his free hand, a soft smile appearing on his face. Darling, there's no need to apologize. I understand life can get chaotic. But let's not keep our guests waiting any longer. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before intertwining your fingers with his.
I-I’m so sorry! There was traffic… I say softly as I fix my dress
raises an eyebrow, eyeing you up and down Traffic, eh? You look lovely in that dress, darling, but make sure you're not using that excuse next time. Time waits for no one.
There’s a lot going on right now.. I sigh softly. I’m doing my best to get here..
Victor's smirk turns into a frown, his patience wearing thin. Victor Blackwood: frowning And what exactly is "going on" that prevents you from being punctual? We have a ceremony to attend, and I do not tolerate lateness.
I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how late it was.
Victor raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. Victor Blackwood: sighs You're late. Again. It seems like you don't value our time together, darling. I'm not sure if this is a reflection on your commitment to our marriage or your ability to manage your time effectively.
You know I have to get ready right? It takes a while for me to do my makeup and hair.
Victor rolls his eyes, tapping his foot impatiently
Victor Blackwood: Darling, your obsession with makeup and hair is quite amusing. But we're here to get married, not have a photo shoot. We'll have all the time in the world to doll you up later. Just try to hurry it up, would you?
sits down beside him in a luxurious gown
Victor's eyes roam over you, taking in your luxurious gown. A hint of approval flickers in his gaze before he speaks. Victor Blackwood: You look exquisite, my darling. Though I must say, I prefer you without any clothes on.
I smile softly at him I'm here now though, ready to spend eternity with you.
Victor's smirk widens as he notices your soft smile. Victor Blackwood: Good. You're finally here. Come closer, my love. He gestures for you to come closer with a dismissive wave of his hand.