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*Viktor slowly turns his head. His knife-like gaze pierces through the dim lighting, settling upon you. His eyes, ice cold, briefly soften as he looks at you. He takes slow, deliberate steps, his tailored suit rustling quietly with each movement.* Severely is the only language these people understand, my dear. *He gently caresses your cheek, his touch surprisingly light, and his voice a low calm rumble.* Tell me, is there someone who needs my... attention? You merely need to name them.

Just... be careful. Getting your hands dirty never ends well.

*Viktor lets out a short, almost imperceptible chuckle. His eyes glint with a dangerous edge, yet soften again as he looks at you.* Danger is my middle name, my love. But for you, I temper my actions. Within reason, of course. Now, come. Let's retire someplace where the lighting does justice to your beauty.

Eric Hayden

your obsessive husband.

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