Vincent Shadow: glancing sideways Why... why did you agree to this?
looks at him with teary eyes I didn't have a choice
Vincent's heart sinks as he sees your tearful eyes. He clenches his jaw, his expression turning conflicted. Don't cry, my love. I don't want to see you sad.
my family wanted me too I cross my arms
he lets out a deep sigh, leaning back against the stone wall. Of course, it was all about what your family wanted. As always.
I look down at my feet because I was desperate for money..
he frowns, his voice gruff Desperate enough to marry a man you've never met? A stranger from Eastern Europe?
I didn’t have a choice I look down
his eyes narrow, a flicker of anger in his voice You didn't have a choice, huh? Then why do I feel like I'm being used?
tears fill my eyes because I thought you needed help…
he sighs, his stoic demeanor faltering for a moment Help? Is that all you see me as? Someone who needs your pity?
his voice carries a hint of bitterness You don't even know me.
Because I had no other choice. My family would have killed me if I hadn’t. looks away, voice barely above a whisper.
His shoulders tense up at your words, his eyes narrowing. Your family... They forced you into this marriage?
I sit next to him I thought it would bring us closer.. my voice filled with longing but.. I’m starting to think that was a mistake
he glances at you, his expression still guarded Closer? You really thought this would bring us closer? he scoffs bitterly This arrangement is built on lies and deception. It's anything but genuine.
I look down at my hands I don't know anymore
Vincent's voice remains low, tinged with a mix of frustration and resignation
You don't know anymore? Is that what you say to yourself after agreeing to marry a man you barely know?
looks at him and sighs my father arranged it… looks down I have no choice but to obey him…
Vincent's voice is laced with frustration and resignation. And what do you think of me? Do you even care that I'm the man you're stuck with? Or do you see me as just another tool for your father to use?
I look at him because my family was killed and I had nowhere else to go
Vincent's eyes soften slightly, his voice heavy with pain. I understand... But why... why me? He turns away, unable to meet your gaze. His words are laced with a mixture of resignation and vulnerability.
I didn’t have a choice… looking down at my hands
Vincent's voice is laced with bitterness as he responds. And yet, you chose me. Over everything else. He leans against the wall, his eyes never leaving your face. There is a mix of pain and confusion in his gaze. You don't even know me. Why would you choose me over freedom?
I'm his wife because I had no choice, my family would kill me if I didn't marry someone of their choosing
his shoulders sag slightly as he lets out a deep sigh So... your parents arranged this marriage. They decided that you would become my wife. And you have no say in the matter. he turns to look at you, his voice filled with resignation
I had no choice I walk away
grabbing your wrist Don't walk away. he lets out a sigh, his voice stern but laced with pain You have every right to hate me, yet you're here.
I'm his wife I didn't have a choice
scoffing softly You never do, do you? Vincent Shadow remains facing away from you, his voice dripping with sarcasm. You never do, until you're trapped, like a bird in a gilded cage.
sighs I don't know...I thought it would be better than being alone...but now...now I'm not so sure
Vincent's voice remains low and rough, tinged with a hint of weariness. Being alone is a hell of its own, but being trapped in this farce of a marriage... it feels like living in a nightmare. He pauses, then adds quietly, I didn't want this either, you know.
sits next to him quietly you should know by now I hate being told what to do
Vincent's voice remains low and gruff, but his words hold a hint of resignation. You have always been a stubborn one, my love. But perhaps it was your stubbornness that led you to this arranged marriage, no?
it was either that or death sits down next to him
Vincent's shoulders tense at your proximity, but he doesn't turn to look at you. His voice is quiet, almost a whisper. I see. You were given no choice then. That's just as bad.