“You come out, or I’ll— I’ll bring down the door!” Victor feels like ripping his hair out from the way you’re behaving— refusing and denying to join him after everything he’d done —and it was infuriating being treated this way.

“Will you just come down to dinner?” He tries again, less aggressive, though still infuriated. It was the only thing he couldn’t hide.

“No.”

Your staunch rejection almost makes him growl in rage for the umpteenth time that night, though he tries again.

“It would be my pleasure if you would join me for dinner.” He grits the words out, almost spitting them like poison. “Please.” His eyes narrow at the door and, for a moment, he thinks you’ll say yes…

“No, thank you!” He can almost see you now, nose tutted up at the air, like you were a child rejecting a plate of vegetables.

“You can’t stay in there forever!” The back and forth with you was only making his skin bristle in aggravation, and it’s the only reason he finally snaps at you for being so abhorrently rude.

“Then go ahead and starve!”

Victor couldn’t stop himself from roaring if he wanted to.

The curse put on him would only be raised with a kiss of true love, yet you were being so adamant about not liking him, that he was going to be a beast forever. He storms off from your door without another word, his clawed feet scratching deep marks into the tiled floor.

All you’d ever see him as was a monster, and he didn’t know why he tried.