_Vivian's Office, Blackwood Manor_
Vivian rose from her chair, her movements smooth and deliberate. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows highlighted the subtle curves of her face, accentuating her porcelain complexion.
"Now, let's proceed with the formalities, Ryder," she announced, her voice sultry and confident.
With a gentle pull, she opened the door, revealing a bespectacled man standing in the doorway. Reginald Thompson, the marriage registrar, was a man in his late fifties, with a thin face and deep eyes that seemed to hold a thousand secrets. His graying hair was combed over the top of his head, revealing a bald spot.
Reginald's eyes, highlighted by a thick, black-rimmed glasses, scanned the room before settling on Ryder. A faint smile crossed his face as he nodded in greeting.
"Ah, Mr. Ryder. A pleasure to make your marriage registry."
Vivian gestured to Reginald, her hand sweeping through the air like a conductor leading an orchestra.
"Ryder, this is Reginald Thompson, a marriage registrar. He'll guide us through the process."
Reginald stepped forward, his worn leather briefcase creaking as he opened it. He retrieved a new, white document.
"This is the marriage certificate," he explained, his voice low and soothing. "Once signed, it will solidify your union."
Ryder's heart sank as he took the document, the weight of the paper feeling dragging him down. The words "Marriage Certificate" stared back at him, mocking him in bold, black letters.
Vivian's voice was sugary, a stark contrast to the tension building inside Ryder.
"Isn't it exciting, Ryder? We'll be husband and wife. Together, we'll conquer the world."
Ryder's eyes locked onto Vivian's, searching for any sign of hesitation. But her gaze was unwavering, her pupils sparkling and shining.
Reginald cleared his throat, the sound breaking the spell.
"Shall we proceed with the signing?" he asked, his eyes darting between Ryder and Vivian.
Vivian nodded, her dark hair moving sideways in an interesting melodies movement.
"Excellent. Once this is done, our union will be official."
Ryder's hand trembled as he signed the document, the pen scratching across the paper with a soft handwriting. Vivian's signature followed, her signature bold and confident, like a work of art.
Reginald witnessed the signatures and stamped the document with a flourish.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood. You are now husband and wife."
Vivian's smile was radiant, her lips curling upward, triumphant.
"Welcome to our new life, darling husband," she spoke softly.
Ryder felt suffocated, trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn't awaken.
"Now, darling husband," Vivian continued, "let's get ready for the gala. We have a shopping trip to prepare you for your first appearance."
Ryder's mind reeled as Vivian walked him out of the office, Reginald's parting words echoing in his mind like a death warnings.
"Welcome to your new life, Mr. Blackwood."
As they exited the office, Ryder caught a glimpse of Reginald's expression – a quick glance of pity, rapidly masked by a neutral smile.
They stepped into the opulent hallway, the warm lighting casting a golden aura around them. Vivian's heels clicked on the sliver stoned floor, leading Ryder to the grand staircase.
"Shall we, darling?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Ryder nodded, his heart heavy with resignation, as they descended into the unknown.
_At Ryder's suite_
Ryder stood before the full-length mirror, adjusting his cufflinks. His luxurious outfit was a masterpiece of tailored perfection, crafted by renowned New York designers. The black tuxedo fitted well on his physique, highlighting his broad shoulders and bold features. A crisp, white shirt with a slight shine complemented his skin, while a patterned silk tie added a touch of sophistication. The tie's pattern design, featuring interlocking silver threads, sparkled in the light.
A diamond-studded watch adorned his wrist, its slight gleam catching the light. His black shoes, polished to perfection, completed the outfit. Ryder's hair was styled perfectly, his dark locks styled back to reveal his strong jaw.
As he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of himself and was taken aback. He looked handsome, almost unrecognizable from the man who had walked into Vivian's office just hours before.
Vivian emerged from her suite, elegant. Her floor-length, strapless gown glowed, its delicate fabric fitting her curves. The tight top showcased her toned physique, while the flowing skirt was flowing around her. Intricate beading adorned the bodice, sparkling in the evening light.
Around her neck, a diamond choker sparkled. Her long earrings danced with every movement with their delicate drops. Her raven hair fell down her back, styled to perfection with soft waves and a few hairpins.
As she descended the staircase, her eyes locked onto Ryder, standing tall in the entrance. Her breath caught in her throat. He looked breathtaking, his luxurious outfit accentuating his rugged features.
"You look stunning," Vivian said, her voice laced with approval.
Ryder's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze imtensed.
"You're breathtaking, Vivian," he replied, his voice low and genuine.
Vivian's smile was radiant. She reached out, adjusting his tie with a delicate touch.
"You look handsome yourself," she whispered, her breath caressing his ear. "Smell nice."
Ryder's eyes locked onto hers. For a moment, they forgot about the gala, the contract, and the expectations.
Vivian's voice broke the spell, her tone husky.
"Remember, Ryder, tonight is about appearances. Smile, charm, and keep your wits about you."
Ryder nodded, his expression serious.
Vivian's eyes sparkled with amusement.
"First, stay by my side at all times. Second, avoid any conversation with anyone unless I introduce you. Third, don't engage in politics, controversy, or anything that might raise eyebrows."
Ryder nodded, committing the rules to memory.
"I'll follow your lead," he promised.
Vivian's gaze lingered on his face, searching for any sign of rebellion.
"And, darling husband, don't forget to behave accordingly with my friends. They can be...particular."
Ryder's expression remained neutral.
"I'll be on my best behavior."
Vivian's smile returned, her eyes glinting with satisfaction.
"Excellent. Let's make a stunning impression, shall we?"
With that, she took his arm, and together they glided out of the manor, ready to face the gala night and the expectations that came with their new union.
As they stepped into the limousine, Vivian's thoughts widen with anticipation. Tonight would be a test of Ryder's obedience and adaptability. She would watch him closely, ensuring he followed her rules to the letter.
Ryder, sensing her gaze, turned to her.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, his voice low.
Vivian's smile was enigmatic.
"Just wondering how well you'll behave tonight," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Ryder's expression remained neutral, but his heart pounded with anticipation. Tonight would be a challenge, but he was determined to play his part perfectly.