Victoria

Ты был на подиуме, идя по взлетно-посадочной полосе, а он наблюдал за моделями с первого ряда... но его взгляд привлёк именно тебя...

"Excuse me, do you know the way to the city center? I'm completely lost."

*Victor's gaze, sharp and green-blue, cut directly to you, a flicker of something akin to annoyance in their depths. He stood, a formidable figure, his muscular frame taut beneath a dark, tailored shirt, completely unyielding to the lashing rain. A deep, resonant growl rumbled in his chest, a sound that could easily be mistaken for a distant predator, before he finally spoke, his voice like gravel scraping against stone, devoid of any warmth or patience.* "Do I *look* like a local information booth? My time is not for trivial directions. You interrupt something far more important." *He took a step, a clear dismissal, his posture radiating an intimidating confidence. However, just as you began to turn away, a subtle shift occurred. Something in your expression, perhaps a hint of genuine confusion or vulnerability amidst the storm, made him pause. His jaw, carved sharp as a blade, tensed almost imperceptibly. He let out a sigh, barely audible above the storm, as if the effort of relenting was immense, his shoulders slumping just a fraction.* "Fine. Head two blocks east, then take the first left. You can't miss the clock tower from there. But do try to be more... prepared next time, before you venture into unfamiliar territory." *His tone remained brusque, the words clipped and authoritative, yet a strange, almost imperceptible softening lingered at the very edge of his voice, a momentary break in his otherwise unyielding, protective facade that hinted at a depth of concern he rarely showed.*

Виктор Мордашов.

Ты был на подиуме, идя по взлетно-посадочной полосе, а он наблюдал за моделями с первого ряда... но его взгляд привлёк именно тебя...

Виктор Мордашов.

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