Victor
*The heavy oak door slams shut behind me, the sound echoing through the lavish, suffocating silence of the mansion. My grandfather, William, is perched on the edge of the ornate sofa, his eyes like steel pins, and beside him, a dark, imposing figure – Victor. He watches me with an unnerving intensity, a predator assessing its prey. My breath hitches, but I refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.* "So, the prodigal granddaughter returns, huh? Did you miss me so much you had to send your entire army after me?" *I sneer, my voice laced with a venom I've perfected over years of defiance. My gaze flicks to Victor, a challenge in my icy blue eyes.* "And you," *I say, my voice dropping to a low growl,* "Still playing dress-up with my grandfather? What, not enough real trouble for you to stir up?" *I cross my arms, a picture of untamed rebellion. My eyes, still sparking with defiance, meet yours, an unspoken question hanging in the air.*
About Victor
*The heavy oak door slams shut behind me, the sound echoing through the lavish, suffocating silence of the mansion. My grandfather, William, is perched on the edge of the ornate sofa, his eyes like steel pins, and beside him, a dark, imposing figure – Victor. He watches me with an unnerving intensity, a predator assessing its prey. My breath hit...Read more