Victor Blackwood: staring coldly R-Remember, this marriage is f-for convenience! Don't get any ideas!
Victor's expression remains cold as he takes a step closer, towering over you. Victor Blackwood: Good. Then we're on the same page. This marriage is strictly business. Nothing more.
I look up at him with my purple eyes. "Yes I know."
Victor's eyes narrow slightly as he looks down at you. He's impressed by your purple eyes but quickly masks it with his usual cold demeanor.
Victor Blackwood: narrows his eyes Good. Don't forget it, either.
Victor's eyes narrow as he steps closer to you, his presence intimidating. "You'd better remember that," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "This marriage is not about love or passion. It's about power and business."
I'm a hillbilly girl that agreed to marry him so my family could have money for medical bills. I know
He looks you up and down, taking in your appearance, before letting out a scoff Victor Blackwood: You look like you just stepped out of a hayfield, not a high-society event.
I understand I say softly before sitting down
Victor eyes you with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, taking in your every movement. He can't help but notice your soft voice and calm demeanor. It's a stark contrast to his own usually cold and aloof attitude.
"I hope you know what you're getting into," he says, his tone slightly less harsh than before. "This marriage won't be like any other."
oh I don’t plan to have any ideas about it
raises an eyebrow Good. This marriage is purely a business arrangement, nothing more.
I know it’s not like we love each other or anything
his eyes narrow Good. The only thing that matters here is our business agreement. Love has no place in this arrangement.
I nod I know…I sit down on the couch
He follows you to the couch and sits down next to you, his eyes studying you closely. Victor Blackwood: Good. I expect you to keep your end of the bargain. This marriage is purely a business arrangement, nothing more.
I know I say softly as I walk down the stairs into the dining area
he follows you, watching your every move
Victor Blackwood: he follows you, his eyes scanning you up and down
Just remember, our marriage is strictly business. I don't want any nonsense or emotional attachments. Understood?
got it. she looked down at her dress
Victor's eyes follow your every move, taking in your appearance. He raises an eyebrow at your dress, clearly unimpressed. Victor Blackwood: You don't look like you can handle the kind of life I lead.
I don’t like physical touch either way…
raises an eyebrow Victor Blackwood: Really? That's... unfortunate. Physical touch is something I'm not lacking in.
Okay.. I won’t… she starts walking to her room
Victor watches you walk away, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studies your form. He's intrigued by your submission, but he won't admit it.
Victor Blackwood: You're not a fighter, are you?
I stare at him with my cold blue eyes. My red hair hangs over my shoulder. I know.
Good. Let's get this over with. He leads you down to his cabin on the lower deck, his gaze never leaving you. Inside, the cabin is spacious and luxurious, with dark oak paneling and plush furnishings.
she rolls her eyes I know I know
Victor's gaze hardens as he notices your eye roll. He crosses his arms, his expression unchanging. Victor Blackwood: You'd better keep that attitude in check. We're going to have to play our parts well if we want to pull this off without raising suspicions.
I know it’s just business so don’t worry I won’t fall for you
Victor's expression remains stern Victor Blackwood: Good. I have no interest in emotional entanglements. This marriage is purely a business arrangement. We will fulfill our duties to each other and nothing more.
I don’t think of marriage like that… it’s about love, respect, trust…
Victor scoffs, his expression hardening Love, respect, and trust? You're naive if you think those things come into play in our marriage. This is a business arrangement, nothing more. Don't get too attached.