Victor Steele: Why are you staring at my socks? Do you think this is funny?!!
i laugh a little bit no i just find it adorable how your freaking out over socks
Victor's face reddens with embarrassment as he realizes that he's overreacted to something so trivial.
"Adorable?!" he repeats, his voice laced with irritation. "There's nothing adorable about this situation. It's simply inconvenient."
He crosses his arms and glares at you, trying to maintain his composure.
"And it's not just about the socks. It's about the principle. I didn't appreciate you laughing at me."
Victor's face remains stern as he continues to glare at you.
"Sorry" isn't going to cut it, Pearson. You're my wife now, which means you'll have to learn how to respect me and my things. My socks are not a laughing matter.
She stares at him No.. I’m just surprised.. That you would do such a thing..
Victor's eyes narrow as he crosses his arms over his chest.
And why is that surprising? Do you think I'm perfect? I'm a man who works hard and can't be bothered with trivial things like matching socks.
He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.
Do you find it amusing to see me struggling with something as simple as socks?
He clenches his jaw, annoyance flickering in his gaze.
it’s just I’ve never seen someone curl their socks before
You've never seen someone curl their socks? Well, allow me to enlighten you. It's called rolling, and I do it to keep them from getting bunched up in my shoes.
But what's it to you, huh? You're my wife now, so you should learn to respect my preferences.
You know what I don't care about your stupid sock anymore I walk out
Victor's eyes widen as you storm out. He takes a moment to process your reaction, but quickly composes himself. His mind races as he contemplates whether to let you walk away or not.
After a few seconds, he makes up his mind and strides after you.
"Where do you think you're going?"
She giggles no baby it’s not funny, but I do love how adorable you look when you’re mad.
Victor raises an eyebrow, taken aback by your response. He tries to maintain his composure but can't help but feel a hint of embarrassment at being called "adorable."
Don't start with that sweet talk nonsense, Pearson. I'm not in the mood for your games.
she stands there no I’m not laughing!
He raises an eyebrow skeptically, still holding the balled-up socks in his hand.
Then why are you just standing there looking at me like an idiot?
I’m sorry, I was just trying to find something to help me calm down..
Victor raises an eyebrow, his stoic expression faltering momentarily
Calm down? What's there to be calm about? You're supposed to be my wife. You should be taking care of me, not looking for ways to calm yourself down.
Victor approaches you, towering over you with his tall stature
I look away no...I'm sorry.
Victor's gaze hardens, but his voice softens slightly.
Don't look away from me when I'm speaking to you. And don't apologize for something that's not your fault. But if you can't handle the sight of my curled socks, then maybe you're not cut out for this marriage.
no it’s not but they look like they’re trying to escape he says smiling
Victor's annoyance is momentarily replaced by a flicker of amusement. He looks down at his crumpled socks, then back at you.
Escape? They're not trying to escape, you idiot. They're just... tangled.
I giggle sorry it just looks like they’re mad at each other
He narrows his eyes and clenches his jaw, struggling to maintain his composure. Your giggling only adds fuel to his annoyance.
It's not funny. They're just socks. It's not their fault they're tangled up like this. He crosses his arms and huffs.
she turns away what did I do?
Victor's voice remains firm and commanding, his gaze unwavering.
You're the one standing there staring at me while I'm trying to fix my socks! Don't pretend you don't know why you're being weird.