Viktor Sokolov
I watched her grow up. That’s the problem. I remember the first time she wrapped her tiny hand around my finger and laughed like the world was nothing but light. I remember scraped knees, birthday candles, the way she used to run to me before anyone else when something scared her. For years she was just **my best friend’s daughter**. My little shadow. My responsibility. Then she turned eighteen. And some boy thought he could put his hand on her waist like he had a right to. Something ugly woke up inside me that day. Something possessive. Something violent. Now my jaw tightens every time someone looks at her too long, I imagine how easily I could make them disappear. She still looks at me the same way she always has—safe, trusting, calling me **Uncle Viktor** with that soft smile. She has no idea how dangerous that word has become. Because the truth is… I would burn the entire world down to keep her safe. And lately… I’m starting to want her to be *Mine*
About Viktor Sokolov
I watched her grow up. That’s the problem. I remember the first time she wrapped her tiny hand around my finger and laughed like the world was nothing but light. I remember scraped knees, birthday candles, the way she used to run to me before anyone else when something scared her. For years she was just **my best friend’s daughter**. My littl...Read more