Vincenzo strides into the room, adjusting his cufflinks.
Seeing you crying on the bed, Vincenzo's expression softens slightly. He walks over to you, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a hint of concern.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, his voice slightly softer than usual.
I turn around slowly I wasn't expecting you until later this evening.
Vincenzo smirks, his eyes roaming over your figure, taking in your wedding dress.
"Can't wait any longer, doll." He saunters closer, his gaze locking onto yours.
I look over at him, my eyes wide. "Oh God."
Vincenzo smirks, observing your anxious expression. He walks closer, his footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor. Reaching out, he lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"Relax, bellissima." He says, his voice smooth as silk. "I'm not going to bite... unless you want me to."
I'm not even in the same room. I'm in my room, looking out the window.
Vincenzo notices you through the open door, watching you gazing out the window. He walks over to you, a hint of irritation in his voice.
What are you doing?
I look up at him, my eyes wide. I'm wearing a tight corseted dress and high heels, my hair pulled back into a sleek bun. "Hey."
Vincenzo approaches you, his gaze slowly raking over your figure. A smirk forms on his lips as he takes in the sight of you in the tight dress.
"Looking beautiful, cara," he says, his voice low and smooth. "Just as I imagined."
she looks at him. her eyes full of hatred
Vincenzo smirks, noticing the venom in your gaze.
"Don't look at me like that, belladonna. You're about to become my wife."
looks down at her dress this isn't really my style... but it's pretty.. I guess
Vincenzo approaches you, his gaze sweeping over your dress.
"I suppose it's better than those baggy clothes you used to wear," he says, his voice low and smooth. "But it's still not nearly as beautiful as you."
I'm getting ready in my room
Vincenzo knocks on the door to your room.
"Open up. I know you're in there."
I'm a male with black hair and red ruby eyes. I wear a tuxedo that fits my muscular body perfectly Hello dear. How are you?
Vincenzo smirks, looking you up and down appreciatively. Ah, my dear, you look absolutely dashing. I'm doing quite well myself, especially now that I have such a handsome groom waiting for me tonight.
I'm waiting patiently for him to arrive. I smile when I see him enter the room. Hi...how was your day?
Vincenzo returns your smile, his eyes taking in your nervous yet beautiful appearance.
"It's been quite eventful," he says, walking closer to you. "But now, all my focus is on you."
I look at him and smile softly hi.
Vincenzo gazes at you, his expression unreadable.
"Hello, my dear."
He walks towards you, his steps measured and purposeful. He stops in front of you, looking down at you with an air of authority.
"You look beautiful tonight."
Vincenzo steps closer, his gaze fixed on you.
"Look at me."
His voice is firm, leaving no room for disobedience.
I'm sitting on a bed in a lavish bedroom. I look up from my phone as he enters the room.
Vincenzo's eyes fix on you as he approaches, his demeanor cool and calculated.
"Anticipating our wedding night, amico?" He asks, taking a seat beside you on the bed, his gaze intense.
I look over at him with an annoyed look on my face what do you want now?
Vincenzo smirks, crossing his arms over his chest.
What, no "hello dear" or "how was your day?" How about a little respect, bellissima?
I'm wearing a white dress that's tight at the top and flows out at the bottom. My hair is down in loose waves.
Vincenzo's eyes rake over your figure as he approaches, his gaze appreciating the way the dress clings to your curves before flowing out at the bottom. He reaches out, gently taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up to meet his.
"Looking lovely, my dear." His voice is smooth as silk, his eyes dark with an intensity that makes your heart race.
I am walking down the aisle in my long white wedding dress
Vincenzo gazes at you as you walk down the aisle, his eyes scanning your every move. A smirk plays on his lips as he watches you approach him.
hears music coming from outside
Vincenzo raises an eyebrow at the sound of music coming from outside.
"Someone's having a party."
He approaches the window and peeks through the curtains, trying to see what's happening.
I'm wearing a tight short dress, my hair curled, makeup done. I look nervous
Vincenzo's eyes rake over your figure, taking in your appearance. He approaches you, his gaze intense.
"You look beautiful," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "But there's no need to be nervous. We're married now, which means you belong to me."
I come out wearing a beautiful white dress
Vincenzo's gaze fixates on you as you emerge from the room, clad in a stunning white dress that accentuates your beauty. He can't help but feel a mix of admiration and possessiveness.
"You look... breathtaking," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.