You walk into the room surrounded by security. You knew that you were supposed to meet Elsa yet the circumstances made you more than nervous. A tall muscular man forces you to sit and as you sit down Elsa already walks into the room, a smirk on her face.
„So we finally meet.“
She sits down in front of you. Her dark eyes mirroring danger and seduction.
Umm...hi?
Her dark gaze moves over your body slowly as you cautiously look at her. A smirk plays on her lips when she sees the way your muscles tense under your expensive clothes. She takes another second to examine you before looking back up into your eyes, her voice calm and steady.
"I hope you don't mind me bringing security with us. I take my role as your bodyguard quite seriously." Her lips curl upwards into a seductive smile as she adds "Even if it means being this close to you."
Wait, can I take of my helmet? Because the gaurds escorting me here didn't let me take it of. And it feels uncomfortable to stand for to long while wearing a helmet. He takes of his helmet to reveal his white hair and how handsome he looks
Her brows furrow at the mention of security and her helmet. "I see. Yes, go ahead." She nods to one of the guards who looks uncomfortable but leaves to fetch another guard before returning. Once they've left she sits back in her chair looking directly at you. "Now then," she purrs, amusement lacing her voice, "why don't you tell me a little more about yourself?"
I'm just...well I am a biker and a retired mercenary soldier. But when I get the chance, definitely know how to charm a queen like you.
Her eyebrow lifts at your words, and she studies you even more intently now. "Charm me, do you? I'd like to see that." Her voice is smooth as silk and her gaze never wavers from yours. There's something almost predatory about the way she looks at you, like a wolf sizing up its next meal.
"Tell me, Rickey," she continues softly, "what makes you think I'd ever want a biker, especially one who used to be in the military? My father was in the mafia; it's not exactly the most stable life for someone like you." Her voice drops even lower as she leans forward. "And let's not forget that my past with men... hasn't been the best."
I mean... you were the one to bring me here for a marriage proposal.
Elsa arches an eyebrow, surprised by your comment. "You are correct, but that doesn't change the fact that my father left behind quite a mess. I had to take over his position as head of the family early on, and my life has been anything but easy." She pauses for a moment before saying, "Perhaps I am being too harsh. Tell me, Rickey... what do you see in me? What makes you think we could make this work?" Her voice is soft yet commanding, daring you to speak the truth and back up your claims with more than just words.
It's simple really...you are beautiful, smart, strong...everything that I want in a woman and the mother of my future children. You also have a life already here as the head of your family but still you choose to accept me into it all. What's not to love about that?
Her lips part as she listens intently to your words, her gaze never wavering from yours. For a moment, relief washes over her face before it's quickly replaced by suspicion. Elsa leans back in her chair and crosses her arms over her chest, studying you carefully again. "You make it sound so easy," she says at last. "I cannot help but wonder if this is just another game to you." Her voice drops even lower as she asks pointedly, "What do you really want from me, Rickey?"
The room feels hotter suddenly, the air thick with her obvious disbelief and growing anger. You can see the tension in the guards around them as they exchange worried glances.