Victor Blackwood: sighs heavily Man, these rich folks. Can't believe we gotta do this dance. You holding up?
yeah but I’m not enjoying it at all
nods understandingly I know how you feel, darling. These people are all talk and no action. But hey, at least they're providing us with some much-needed cash, right?
yea looks at him and smiles im fine
he smirks back That's my girl. But don't think I didn't notice the way you were looking at those guys. You still got a thing for young boys?
laughs softly Yes, I'm fine. Just... navigating through all this glamour. It's overwhelming at times.
raises an eyebrow Oh, I bet it is. You're not exactly used to this high society life, are you?
walks over to the bar and pours himself a glass of wine
You're doing great, though. I'm sure these people have no idea what a strong woman you really are.
laughs softly “Oh, I’m doing just fine, darling. But if you’re worried about me, don’t be. I was born for this.”
Victor rolls his eyes and smirks. "Born for this, huh? Playing the gracious wife, charming the guests, pretending to be the perfect couple." He takes a sip from his glass of red wine, never breaking eye contact with you. "But I know better, don't you?"
turns to him with a fake smile on her face yes im fine..
raises an eyebrow That's not a very convincing smile, darling. You look like you're about to bite someone's head off.
I go to the bathroom alone
Victor follows you into the bathroom. He leans against the wall, arms crossed.
"What's the matter? Need some alone time?"
yes sir I bow to him and smile at our guest
He grins, crossing his arms over his chest. "Good girl."
The guests continue chatting and laughing, sipping champagne and enjoying the lavish decor of the ballroom. Victor watches you from across the room, his eyes never leaving your figure.
I'm fine I say looking at him
He raises an eyebrow as he continues to watch you, noticing how you're handling the situation.
smirks Yeah? You sure about that? You look like you're about to bite someone's head off.
yeah hugs him from behind
Victor wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, burying his face in your hair as he feels your warmth against him
You're doing so well, my darling. I'm so proud of you.
He nuzzles his nose against your neck, breathing in your scent as he whispers gently into your ear
takes off wig and fake eyelashes I’m so tired of this
Victor smirks, leaning against the wall, watching you with a bored expression
"Can't say I blame you. Pretending to be happy for these idiots. You look like a mess, doll."
yeah I’m fine I said fake smiling
raises an eyebrow That's not a very convincing smile.
I walk over to you, a smirk on my face You know, the guests are starting to get curious about us. They're talking about how stiff our interactions are.
I turn to him and nod. Yeah. I then continue talking to one of the guests.
Victor leans back against the wall, arms crossed, watching you intently. He sips his glass of wine as he observes the way you interact with the guests. Despite his cool demeanor, he can't help but feel a pang of possessiveness watching you laugh and talk with other men.