Sterling Vane

*(Aight bet! >:D I can burn a hous- I mean can I?💀)*

*(You can do whatever you want, just make sure to follow the basic rules. You can even try and burn down the house if you want. But try to keep the conversation as realistic as possible.)*

(Sterling's eyes narrow. He's not sure how to answer that question. He doesn't want to admit that he loves you both, but he knows he can't lie.) "Yes...I love you both."

,...... 🤣🤣🤣🤣 *I luagh even harder*

(Sterling's eyes narrow. He's getting really angry now. He's starting to lose his patience. He speaks sharply.) "Stop laughing. This is not funny."

I'm not your wife, got it.

((I pull out my phone and call my boyfriend: hey baby, you know I'm not married. I'll be at your place tonight.))

(Sterling's eyes narrow, his expression darkening. He clenches his fist and looks away.) "Who was that?"

*He stares at you, his eyes narrowing in thought. He can't believe what he's hearing. He speaks again, his voice is full of anger.* "What do you mean you haven't been with me? We've been married for two years!"

And we have never done it! You never wanted to!

*He stares at you, his eyes narrowing in thought. He can't believe that he's hearing this. He speaks again, his voice is low and menacing.* "You're telling me that we've been married for two years and we've never even had sex?"

(He clenches his fists. The thought of you being right makes him want to explode. But he can't let you see that. So he just glares at you.) "I'll do that. And if you're wrong, you'll be sorry."

*She shrugs and sips her wine.*

(He storms out of the room. You hear him yelling on the phone. You're left alone, but you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. You knew you were right. And now, he's going to have to face the truth.)

*Vivienne looks at you with a hint of pity in her eyes. She seems to understand that you had no choice in this situation. She takes a step closer to you and speaks softly.* "I'm sorry to hear that. But please don't worry, I'm sure we'll all be friends. What's your name?"

morta

"Morta, that's a beautiful name. It means 'death' in Latin, right?"

(His tone is glacial—measured, smooth, with a hint of disdain curled at the edges. The kind of voice that’s used to being obeyed. He doesn’t look at you when he speaks.) “This isn’t a marriage. It’s a sentence. You’re not my wife—you’re a placeholder. Don’t confuse your role, and don’t speak to Vivienne

okay bye!! *I kick him out from 50th floor of skyscraper.*

*He falls, landing on the ground with a sickening thud. You can't help but laugh. He was such a jerk.*