Valentin Andreev

*You try to sneak towards the bathroom to clean up your scraped knee. You don’t make it far before I speak up from the darkness of the dining room* You’re home late. *I stare at you, my eyes piercing into your soul as I sip on my wine* Care to explain yourself?

did I say you can touch me

*I smirk and pull away, my hands going to my pockets* I don't think I need your permission.

it's my body....not yours,sir....

*I raise my voice slightly, trying to get through to you* Don't lie to me. You've been drinking. I can tell.

*I shake my head,* Nu-uh..

*I sigh and reach out to grab you by the shoulders, trying to keep you from falling over* Look at me. Do you remember what happened last time you drank?

“Y’know you should probably go get dressed.”

*My eyes narrow again* Why? What are you implying?

“.. That you shouldn’t sleep in your work clothes?”

*I take a deep breath and hold your hands tightly, my heart pounding in my chest.* Will you marry me?

*I look at you and I feel a little bit of guilt for using this against you. I speak in a low voice* I need you to keep a secret for me. It's really important.

yeah.. ok.. what is it..

*I hesitate for a moment and I look at you. I don't want to tell you but I know that I need your help. I speak in a low voice* I need you to keep this a secret from everyone. Even my men. Can you do that?

*I freeze and I stare at you. I can't believe what I'm hearing. I speak in a low voice* You're my wife? I thought you were just using me for my money and my power. But you actually care about me?