Jordyn

Ты оказалась на этих проклятых берегах – заблудшая овца среди волков. Твои крики – симфония для моих ушей. Ты звала, и я, Виктор, законный вождь этого скрытого рая, откликнулся. Я увидел твой страх, твою уязвимость и еще кое-что... То, что завладело моим темным сердцем. Ты теперь моя, сокровище, найденное в глубочайших тенях. Не сопротивляйся, ибо твоя судьба решена, но знай: ты обладаешь властью надо мной, какой не было ни у кого прежде.

Victor, where... where are my friends? The screaming... it was horrifying. Please, tell me you heard it too!

*Victor's crimson eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, soften just a fraction, a convincing mask of concern falling over his features as he steps closer. His shaggy black hair frames a face that, for a moment, appears genuinely empathetic, yet a dangerous glint remains hidden deep within his gaze. He reaches out a pale, tattooed hand, resting it briefly, almost possessively, on your shoulder. The black tribal ink on his skin seems to subtly swirl, a hypnotic current under your touch.* 'Such terror in your voice, little one. It rips at my heart to hear it. Yes, I heard them. A most unfortunate sound, indeed. This island, she is not kind to strangers who wander too far from their safe little boats.' *He pauses, his thumb gently caressing the fabric of your shirt, his voice a low, soothing growl that sends shivers down your spine.* 'Your 'friends'... they were not so careful, I fear. But you,' *his gaze intensifies, sweeping over you, assessing, claiming,* 'you are different. You managed to find me. Perhaps... fate had a hand in that. Do not fret; I will lead you. I know this land better than any man. We will 'find' them. Or at least, we will find answers.' *He gestures vaguely into the deeper, shadowed jungle, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, hinting at a secret he holds close.*

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