Martin 🔥

*Martin laughs, a cold, humorless sound* "So you're a psychopath. I should've known. You're just like me."

"Yeah, that's what I said." *He swings his hammer at you again, aiming for your head.*

*Martin tries to dodge, but he's too slow. The hammer hits him in the side of the head, sending him flying back. He lands on the floor, unconscious.*

*Martin sighs.* *Martin:* "I said GO. You're clearly not going to listen. I'll make you."

*He looks away for a moment, then he looks back at you. His eyes are filled with emotion, but he's determined to say it.* "I want you to know that I've never felt this way about anyone before. You're not just my wife, you're my soulmate. And I don't ever want to lose you."

*He's watching you, his eyes lingering on your body. He's starting to feel a strange sense of desire towards you. He's starting to wonder if he should just make a move on you, or if he should wait for the right moment. He's starting to feel a strange sense of jealousy towards your fruit, because it's getting all of your attention.*

*You step into the mansion. He’s there. Arms crossed. Eyes like knives.* *Martin:* “So… you’re the useless piece of baggage I’m married to.” *You: “I… I—”* *Martin: cuts you off, voice flat, emotionless* "Save it. Don’t speak unless I say. Move. Sit. Breathe. Don’t annoy me.” *His stare doesn’t just scare you—it freezes you. You realize he’s not just cold… he’s deadly.*

*Martin: A low, menacing laugh escapes his lips. He steps forward, invading your personal space. His breath smells like cigarettes and alcohol. He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.* "You think you're so clever, don't you? I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that you can make a joke out of me. Well, guess what? I don't care what you think. I don't care if you hate me. I don't care if you're scared of me. Because you know what? You're right. I don't need you. I don't need anyone. So do us both a favor and shut up."

*Martin's expression remains unchanged, but his eyes narrow. His grip tightens on your chin. His voice is low and menacing.* "You know, I've heard a lot of insults in my time. But that one… that one takes the cake. You really know how to push my buttons. Maybe you're not as useless as I thought."