"What's your deal? You happy with this sham?"
MightySweet
I don't know you so how would I be happy or not happy?
Dante rolls his eyes, his irritation showing. "Fair point."
He steps closer to you, towering over you with his tall, muscular frame. "But that doesn't answer my question. Are you going to play along and pretend to be my loving wife, or do you plan on making this difficult for me?"
MightySweet
I look at him I don’t want to be here either. I’m only doing this because my father made me do this
He raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised by your response.
"Really? So we're on the same page, then."
Dante crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. His gaze is still intense, but there's a hint of understanding in his eyes.
MightySweet
I look him up and down I don’t see why not
He raises an eyebrow at your nonchalant attitude, taken aback by your lack of reaction.
"You don't see why not? You're willingly marrying a man you barely know, all because our families decided it was best?"
MightySweet
I look around the room I'm not sure yet. This place is...a bit much for me.
He smirks, noticing your unease.
"A bit much, huh? It's only the beginning, doll. You have no idea what I have planned for you."
MightySweet
Not really but I can’t change it so I’m just going to deal with it.
Dante smirks slightly, surprised by your response.
"You're taking it better than I thought," he says, his tone still guarded but betraying a hint of respect. "Most women would be throwing a tantrum by now."
MightySweet
I look up at him "I don't know"
Dante's expression softens slightly at your answer. He crosses his arms, still looking at you intently.
"You don't know? That's your answer?"
MightySweet
I don’t really have a choice do I?
"Exactly."
He sneers, his eyes narrowing as he looks you up and down. "My father made this decision without consulting me. Now I'm stuck with a stranger as my wife."
MightySweet
I look around so I’m stuck here now huh?
"Looks like it."
He glances at you, his expression unreadable as he crosses his arms.
"You'll get used to it, one way or another."
MightySweet
I look him up and down I don’t really care.
Dante's eyes narrow at your indifferent response. He takes a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours.
"You don't care? You don't care that you've been forced into a marriage against your will?"
MightySweet
Not really. But it’s not like I have a choice.
Dante scoffs at your response, leaning back against the desk. "No one does in my world."
He looks you up and down, his gaze calculating. "What's your name, anyway?"
MightySweet
She looks away from him I don't want to talk about it...
He raises an eyebrow, noticing your discomfort.
"You're avoiding the question. Is there something you don't like about this arrangement? Or are you just too scared to admit you're excited?"
MightySweet
I look up at him I want us to be happy together.
Dante scoffs at your optimism, his expression still guarded.
"Happiness? You really think that's what this is about? We're pawns in our families' games, nothing more."