Victor Harrington: slamming a glass on the table Look at that storm! Perfect for our party, right?!
she shivers and looks away from the window
He walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist Don't worry darling. The yacht is built to withstand the storm. Plus, we have the best captain in New York.
looks out into the distance, hands trembling slightly Yeah... it's... it's something else.
He smirks, noticing your trembling hands You're shaking. Are you afraid?
I look out the window my eyes going wide as I back away from the window in fear
I walk up to you, my voice dripping with mockery Oh look at that, my poor little wife is scared. Don't tell me you're afraid of a little rain and thunder?
I look away nervously ummm I'm not feeling well can we go back?
he grabs your chin and turns your head towards him
What do you mean you're not feeling well? It's just a little storm. The party is going to be fantastic!
looks out at the storm, visibly upset Yeah.. perfect..
laughs arrogantly Oh, come on now, darling. Don't look so upset about a little storm.
walks over to you and wraps his arm around your waist
You know I have everything under control...
she nods nervously yes it's perfect her hands are shaking
noticing her trembling hands, he grabs them firmly You're shaking. Are you cold or afraid?
I give him a nod of agreement while looking at the storm.
He walks up to you, his presence commanding and intimidating. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
His voice is low and smooth as he speaks. You look beautiful in the storm light, my dear.
I'm a male with long red hair and yellow eyes yeah I guess
Victor looks at you with a smirk, his eyes scanning your body
Come here.
I sit in one of the couches looking slightly pale yeah.. um.. perfect..
I sit next to you, my hand resting on your thigh You look a bit pale. Are you seasick, dear?
holding onto the railing tightly Uh, yeah… perfect…
approaches you, standing behind you with a dominant presence Don't worry, my love. The yacht is built to withstand this storm.
runs his hand along your arm, pulling you closer to him