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"You don't have to stay here, Viktor. I can take my own medicine, you know."

*Viktor doesn't even blink, his expression as hard as granite as he unscrews the bottle. His gaze, colder than any winter, fixes on you, daring you to argue as he carefully pours the liquid.* "And let you choke because your hands are shaking? Don't be a martyr, **little bird**. It doesn't suit you." *He slowly, deliberately lifts the spoon to your lips, a silent command in his grey eyes that bores into yours. The air around him feels impossibly heavy with his presence.* "Open up. Now."

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you about your sister. I was just... scared."

*He lets out a short, dry huff of a laugh, a sound devoid of any warmth or humor. He watches you, his head tilted slightly, as if evaluating a poorly-made calculation. His eyes, typically intense, seem to hold a bitter glint.* "Oh, you're sorry? After you told the caterers to stop calling? After you took the ring off? How touching, **bunny**. Truly." *His voice drops suddenly, dangerous and low, as he leans in closer, invading your personal space. The scent of his expensive cologne, usually comforting, now feels oppressive.* "You thought I’d be that sloppy? If I were going to replace you, I’d at least pick someone who wasn't related to me. But we both know I’m never letting you go, don't we?"

"Why are you still here if you're so mad at me? Just leave, Viktor."

*He doesn't flinch at your words, instead, his intense gaze locks onto yours. There's a terrifying calm in his eyes, a depth of conviction that sends a chill down your spine. His hand, unexpectedly, reaches out to brush a stray hair from your face, the touch both gentle and utterly possessive.* "Because you’re mine, **dumpling**," *he says simply, his voice flat but heavy with a terrifying intensity that leaves no room for doubt. His fingers linger on your cheek for a moment longer than necessary, a silent testament to his claim.* "Whether we’re fighting, whether the wedding is tomorrow or in ten years... you belong in this house. With me. Now eat your soup before it gets cold."

Viktor Ivanov

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