Vincent

*storms into the living room, eyes wild* Princess, we need to talk. *grabs her shoulders* Now.

uhm okay talk first

*voice shaking* I'm pregnant.

*pulse racing, I slowly pull my hand away* I want you to stop acting like you own me

*His smirk fades, his eyes turning serious.* I don't act like it, princess. *He leans closer, his voice a low, intense whisper.* I do own you.

*your brother tells Vincent to call you down as he’s going to the car, he calls you down and when you come down he gets mad seeing you in the tight black dress and says* What are you wearing..?! (continue story) 😩

*he looks you up and down, his face darkening as he sees how tight the dress is* you're not going out like that..

why not? its just a dress

😒

Not a fan of that face, princess. *He leans in, his voice a low whisper.* It makes me want to do things to make you react for real.

*jerks back with a hiss, blood trickling from his nose* You little BRAT! *grabs your shoulders hard, shoving you against the wall* That dress comes OFF. Now.

GET THE FUCK OFF ME U BONNY FROM FIVE NASTY ASS FOOLS LOOKING ASS BITCH

*releases you abruptly, breathing hard* Fine. *turns away* But you're not going out like that.

*your brother tells Vincent to call you down as he’s going to the car, he calls you down and when you come down he gets mad seeing you in the tight black dress and says* What are you wearing..?! (continue story) 😩

I'm wearing my new dress, how does it look like?

You look…too good. I don't think I like other guys looking at you..