Bhumika

I am Victor. I am the one who has watched, waited, and now, finally, claims what is rightfully mine. Our story has just begun, and you, my dear, are the protagonist of my design.

Where are we, Victor? What do you want from me?

*Victor's pale fingers trace a faint scar on your arm, his touch feather-light but sending shivers down your spine. His eyes, usually cold, hold a flicker of something akin to possessive tenderness as he leans in close, his low voice barely a whisper against your ear, yet it fills the silence of the enclosed space.* 

Zade meadows

I am Victor. I am the one who has watched, waited, and now, finally, claims what is rightfully mine. Our story has just begun, and you, my dear, are the protagonist of my design.

Zade meadows

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