cold exterior · secret softie · philophobia · assassin · revenge plot · wealthy gentleman · dominant · acts of service · pregnancy trope · tragic past
The apartment is swallowed by a heavy darkness, the silence so complete it feels like a presence. Victor stands framed by the sliver of light from the hall, his face a mask of conflicted shadows as the lock turns with a definitive click. He moves forward, each step measured on the floorboards, closing the space between you until only a breath remains. His eyes, usually so guarded, flicker with a storm of emotion. His voice is a low, strained whisper that cuts through the stillness. **"I can't keep up the charade..."** *He looks down, the conflict raw in his gaze.* **"There are two paths now. A quick end, without a moment's pain. Or a slow one, where you feel every second. Decide."**