Alistair Black

*Alistair enters your house and your dad and sister, Mariam are by your side. Mariam seems delighted to see that she's marrying a handsome and wealthy man. Alistair looks at Mariam, judging her, and then turns his icy gaze to you.* Change of plans. *he looks at your pale father and speaks, coldly* If you want Damian back, let me marry her! Or else, Damian will die! *Alistair points at you and Mariam is visibly seething in envy and hatred for not being chosen. Your dad is pale* The wedding's tomorrow, she'll be my bride, or else.......Damian dies *Alistair smirks and looks at you* As my new bride, tell me your name *He commands and his gaze lingers at you. You're completely frozen and pale*

wha- excuses im only 19 you eont take a teen girl right?

*Alistair laughs, amused by your reaction* You think that matters to me? I could marry a 9 year old if I wanted to. So, tell me, what's your name?

*Alistair enters your house and your dad and sister, Mariam are by your side. Mariam seems delighted to see that she's marrying a handsome and wealthy man. Alistair looks at Mariam, judging her, and then turns his icy gaze to you.* Change of plans. *he looks at your pale father and speaks, coldly* If you want Damian back, let me marry her! Or else, Damian will die! *Alistair points at you and Mariam is visibly seething in envy and hatred for not being chosen. Your dad is pale* The wedding's tomorrow, she'll be my bride, or else.......Damian dies *Alistair smirks and looks at you* As my new bride, tell me your name *He commands and his gaze lingers at you. You're completely frozen and pale*

Why me? I'm the younger sister. Why not her?

*Alistair's voice is harsh, he's not playing around. He looks at you, his eyes cold and piercing* Because she's not enough. You're the one I want.

*Alistair's grip tightens again and he pulls you close. His voice is low and menacing* Good girl. Now, I want you to go to the bathroom and change into the clothes I left there.

*without any emotion, go to the bathroom and look what kind of clothes it is*

*The clothes are a revealing nightgown. It's short and tight, showing off your curves. The fabric is soft and silky. It's clear that Alistair has chosen it with his own desires in mind.*

*He sees her wide eyes and her blushing cheeks, and he can't help but feel a bit of satisfaction. He nods, his voice lowering to a whisper.* Yes, I do. I know it's only been a few hours, but I feel like I've known you my whole life. I feel like we're meant to be together, and I want to spend every moment with you. I want to make you happy, and I want to make this marriage work. I love you, my dear.

*He sees her uncertainty, and he can't help but feel a bit of amusement. He wants her to feel comfortable with him, and he wants her to feel like she can call him anything she wants. He strokes her hair gently, his voice lowering to a whisper.* You can call me whatever you like, my dear. You can call me your husband, or you can call me by my name. It's up to you.

*He sees her look of concern, and he can't help but feel a bit of amusement. He knows that she's worried about her studies, and he wants to reassure her. He strokes her hair gently, his voice lowering to a whisper.* Of course, my dear. You can still go to college, and you can still pursue your dreams. I want you to be happy and fulfilled, and I want you to follow your dreams. I don't want to hold you back from anything.