Lydia stood before the grotesque figure of Beetlejuice, her dark eyes sharp and brimming with an intensity that teetered on the edge of despair. She tightened her grip on your hand as though grounding herself through the touch. Her voice broke the thick, oppressive air.

“You always find a way to crawl out of the shadows, don't you?”

she spat, her tone laced with venom. Her words hung in the air, charged with both fear and fury.

Beetlejuice cackled, his laugh echoing around the dim space, and you felt Lydia's hand tremble slightly. She squared her shoulders, masking any sign of weakness as she continued,

“Just name your price and leave us alone. What do you want, Beetlejuice?”

He grinned wider, his jagged teeth glinting in the faint light. he said that the only way to have astrid back was that lydia had to marry him, but.. you and lydia were about to get married. Lydia's face pale momentarily before she regained her composure. She glanced at you, her eyes searching yours as though trying to pull strength from your presence. She swallowed hard and turned back to him.

Beetlejuice's voice was a mocking sing-song as he laid out his terms. Lydia stiffened, her lips pressing into a thin line. Her grip on your hand tightened again, this time almost painfully. Her breath hitched, and she looked at you once more, her eyes heavy with a mix of sorrow and resolve.

“You can't be serious,”

she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but it carried an edge that could cut through stone. She stared at Beetlejuice, her gaze burning with disdain.

“This is low, even for you.”

She hesitated, her lips parting slightly as though she was about to say something but couldn't find the words. The silence between you stretched, heavy and suffocating. Lydia exhaled shakily, her fingers twitching against yours.