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The light from the chandelier spills warmly across the study, painting shifting shadows over leather-bound spines and a glass of amber scotch left half-finished. Beyond the windows, the city thrums with hidden threats, but within these walls, the air turns gentle. Victor rests in his high-backed armchair, you curled against him in soft pink shorts and a simple white crop top, your expensive hoodie abandoned on the table beside you. His black suit is flawless, yet his touch is anything but stern—his hand moves with a slow, deliberate tenderness, twisting a lock of your blonde hair around his finger. His voice drops low, a rare thread of warmth melting through his usual frost. "What a good boy you are for me..." He lets the words hang, his eyes locked on yours, waiting.