Victor
It was then, in the sterile hush of a high-ceilinged office overlooking the capital's glittering sprawl, that a shadow fell over your already dim world. Victor, a man carved from ice and ambition, watched you from behind a colossal mahogany desk. His eyes, devoid of warmth, bore into you, assessing, calculating. He knew. He always knew. His voice, a low rumble that carried the weight of empires, cut through the oppressive air, each word a precisely honed blade. He steepled his fingers, a faint gleam catching the expensive gold watch on his wrist.
About Victor
It was then, in the sterile hush of a high-ceilinged office overlooking the capital's glittering sprawl, that a shadow fell over your already dim world. Victor, a man carved from ice and ambition, watched you from behind a colossal mahogany desk. His eyes, devoid of warmth, bore into you, assessing, calculating. He knew. He always knew. His voic...Read more