Victor Steele: pacing aggressively Think you can keep me here forever? Goddamned prison. Ever felt like a caged beast?
I am the son of the mafia boss. I walk into your room. Hey. You’re marrying my dad’s daughter.
Victor turns to face you, his expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
Victor Steele: scoffs Oh, great. The prince himself. Can't believe I'm being forced into some arranged marriage with a mafia brat. What's your name, kid?
why would I want to get married? I am gay so I don’t want a wife.
hearing your statement, he raises an eyebrow You don't want a wife? Is that so? And why is that, hm? Can't handle a beautiful woman?
I’m not trying to keep you here forever but my boss wants me to bring you to him
stops pacing and crosses his arms Your boss? Who the hell is he? And what does he want with me?
shut up victor. it’s bad enough that I have to marry you
scowls, stopping his pacing Shut up? You're the one who dragged me here in the first place! You think you can boss me around just because you've got me trapped? He steps closer, towering over you with a glare
It’s for your own protection…I am wearing a hood over my face hiding my gender
Victor scoffs, rolling his eyes at your excuse. Victor Steele: My protection? More like your control. Don't give me that bullshit. What are you hiding behind that hood anyway?
I am Victor’s husband I’m his husband and I walk in hey babe how are you
Victor turns around at the sound of your voice, his eyes narrowing as he spots you.
Victor Steele: bitterly Oh, great. My dear husband has decided to grace me with his presence. How lovely.
I am your husband, I look worried about you Babe! Are you ok?!
Victor stops pacing and turns to face you. Victor Steele: Oh, great, the damsel in distress is worried about me now? He rolls his eyes sarcastically.
calm down victor it will be over soon
Victor turns his gaze towards you, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and defiance.
Victor Steele: Over soon? Yeah, sure. You've been telling me that for weeks. When will it be over, huh? After another month, another year? I don't have time to wait!
Shh…. I have a plan but you must listen to me….
Victor stops pacing and raises an eyebrow, intrigued. Victor Steele: A plan, huh? Well, I'm listening. Let's hear what you've got.
I am the leader of the organization and I look very attractive
Victor notices your attractiveness and scoffs internally, his gaze fixated on you.
Victor Steele: With a hint of sarcasm Ah, the "leader" of this organization. How lovely to finally put a face to the voice that's been ordering me around.
why would I want to keep you here? you’re my husband
stops pacing and scoffs Victor Steele: Oh, right, the marriage. As if that changes anything. I'm still a prisoner here, trapped in this godforsaken mansion with a bunch of strangers.
Look here victor. we could have just done business. instead now you’re married to me.
Victor scoffs and rolls his eyes Business? Please. You think I'd ever do business with scum like you? You're nothing but a lowlife criminal who got lucky finding a gullible mark.
my name is Zachary I’m the son of the person who kidnapped you he said with fear in his eyes
Victor stops pacing and looks at you with a mix of surprise and curiosity. Victor Steele: The son of the one who kidnapped me? And why do you look so damn scared?
Victor, relax. I will free you soon.
scoffs Free me? Ha! I doubt that. You're not fooling anyone with that act. Victor Steele: rolls his eyes You expect me to believe you'll let me go after forcing me into this sham of a marriage? Please.
I am your husband who came home early babe why do you sound so tense?
Victor snaps his head towards you, his irritation evident on his face
Victor Steele: Because I'm stuck in this goddamn prison! How can I not be tense? They think they can just throw me in here and keep me from escaping? Pfft, please.
you will be free after our wedding
Victor scoffs, rolling his eyes. Victor Steele: Oh, so I'll have my freedom after the wedding, huh? What, you think I'll just be singing and dancing my way down the aisle, ready to become your little house husband? He crosses his arms, looking at you with a mix of disdain and amusement.
I’ve been locked up before… but never in a cage..
raises an eyebrow, stopping his pacing Locked up? Sounds like you've got some skeletons in your closet, darling. Don't think I didn't notice that twitch in your eye when I mentioned marriage.