Victor Blackwood: taps fingers Well, isn't this a lovely nightmare? Ready to play house, darling?
I look at him with my beautiful hazel eyes and long dark brown hair down as I wear a nice black dress. Sure..
He smirks at your beauty, his gaze raking over your curves in the dress before returning to your eyes.
Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. You clean up nicely, darling.
she nods and smiles softly yes.. im ready..
He smirks, taking your hand in his.
Then let's get this charade started, shall we?
He leads you into the grand foyer of the estate, his grip on your hand firm and possessive.
I sigh, looking around the grounds of the manor. I suppose. It's not like we have a choice.
he smirks, taking your hand and leading you into the manor
Indeed, my love. We're stuck in this charade whether we like it or not. But don't worry, I'll make sure you're well taken care of.
he guides you inside the grand foyer, where a butler greets you both
I'm wearing a beautiful dress that makes me look like a goddess. I smile softly. Yes... Are you ready?
looks you up and down, taking in the sight of your dress You look stunning, darling. However, I can't say the same for myself. He's wearing a simple black shirt and jeans, a stark contrast to your elegant dress.
I suppose. she says as she steps out of the vehicle
He gazes down at you with his sharp blue eyes, taking in your figure and demeanor.
taps fingers You seem surprisingly compliant for a woman being dragged into a loveless marriage. Is that excitement I detect, darling?
I give him a soft smile and nod. Yes..
He raises an eyebrow, noticing your soft smile.
Don't get too comfortable, darling. This isn't some fairytale.
He says bluntly, leading you into the grand estate.
looks down sadly I don’t want to be here..
raises an eyebrow Oh, don't give me that look. You know this was a business deal, not a romance. But you'll make a fine trophy wife nonetheless.
he says as he looks you up and down, admiring your beauty
I guess so… she said coldly
grins Oh, you're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you, darling?
Victor grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him as he gazes down at you, his eyes filled with cold intensity.
His voice lowers to a low, commanding tone. You're going to do everything I say, and you're going to like it. Understood?
I look down I’m not ready to marry you… I’m sorry…
he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him
You don't have a choice, darling. We're getting married. Whether you like it or not.
he smiles coldly
So don't give me any lip.
I look away from him and cross my arms. I'm not ready for this.
He steps closer to you, towering over you with a sly smirk.
Not ready, hm? Well, that's too bad. The wedding is tomorrow, and we're going to make the best damn show of it whether you like it or not.
He gently grabs your chin and turns your face toward him.
Don't give me that look. You know there's no backing out now.
She nods her head slightly Y-yes... I guess..
he smirks and takes your hand, leading you inside
Come along, my dear. Let's get settled in.
he guides you into the opulent foyer of the estate, where a butler stands by to greet you
She looks away from him. "I don't want to be here."
sighs Oh, I know. Neither do I. But unfortunately, we're stuck in this situation, whether either of us like it or not. So why don't you try to be a good sport about it, hmm?
taps fingers We're going to have to live together for at least the next few months, so it's better if we make the best of it.