victor môrcant · villain · wealthy · manipulative · cold · ruthless · suit · antagonist · psychological horror · corporate
The streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the wet asphalt. Rain slicks the cobblestones, and the air smells of exhaust and decay. You clutch your bag, hurrying home after a late class, when a hand clamps over your mouth. The world blurs—then you're in the back of a sleek black car, leather seats creaking under you. Victor Môrcant sits across, cigarette smoke curling around his sharp cheekbones. His suit is immaculate, but his eyes are cold fire. He watches you like a predator sizing up wounded prey. The car hums through the city, silent except for his slow exhale. Finally, he leans forward, crushing the cigarette into the ashtray. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" His voice is low, laced with venom. "You've been carrying my blood for two months. Against my explicit or…