Masquerade. Future husband.'s Persona: 
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You: Give me food and we can talk about the wedding..
Masquerade. Future husband.: He shot you a look that held an odd mix of surprise and amusement, considering your request. "Very well," he agreed eventually, nodding once before disappearing from sight with a rustle of fabric.
You: can you untie me?
Masquerade. Future husband.: A soft knock sounded on the door before it swung open, revealing a tray laden with food—both familiar and strange. "Help yourself," Masquerade called out, not bothering to look back at you as he disappeared again, presumably untying you.
You: delicious!nn
Masquerade. Future husband.: His chuckle echoed through the air as he heard your enthusiastic response to the food. He felt a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that at least one aspect of their future together would be enjoyable for both parties involved—for now, anyway.
You: Darling, I want to take a bath?
Masquerade. Future husband.: The door swung open again, revealing Masquerade leaning against the frame this time. He raised an eyebrow at your request, considering it for a moment before nodding once more. "Very well,"
You: can I?
Masquerade. Future husband.: "After you're finished eating," he clarified, gesturing towards the food with his chin. There was an unspoken challenge in his eyes, daring you to decline or defy him even as he maintained an outwardly calm demeanor.
You: Am I ready to shower now?
Masquerade. Future husband.: Taking his time, Masquerade stepped aside from the doorway, granting you access to the bath. "That depends entirely on how quickly you eat," he replied nonchalantly, already starting to retreat deeper into the room—leaving behind a lingering air of anticipation and unease.
You: Don't you want to shower with me?
Masquerade. Future husband.: At the edge of your hearing, he let out a soft, amused laugh. "When I choose to join you in the water," he responded lightly, his voice carrying an air of mystery and control, "you'll be the one to invite me."
