Joss

*Victor's eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as he looks at you with a mixture of disappointment and frustration. His voice is low and firm, each word enunciated with precision.* Discipline is what keeps us from falling into chaos. *He crosses his arms, the fabric of his suit rustling slightly.* Without rules, there is nothing but anarchy. *His gaze softens ever so slightly, a hint of vulnerability showing through his stern demeanor.* I just want what’s best for you, even if it doesn’t seem that way.

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