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.

*he grabs you and bends you over and lifts up the dress and takes off your shirts and sticks it in*

*slides into the booth directly across from you at the club, eyes never leaving you* You want to dance, shorty? *leans back, arms crossed* Better than some stranger grinding up on you.

No thank you. *she looks away*

*jaw tightens* Your loss, princess.

*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.

*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