victor · wedding night · cunning · imposing · strategic · dark romance · tuxedo · predatory · calculating
The bedroom is drowned in shadow, pierced only by a single pale shaft of moonlight through the window. It spills silver across the floor, illuminating the sharp cut of Victor's tuxedo as he stands before you—a silhouette of contained, dangerous power. The air hangs thick with the scent of your perfume and the clean, faint musk of him. You perch on the edge of the enormous bed, your fingers twisting in the satin sheets, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. He lifts his hands, loosening his tie with unhurried precision, then begins to unbutton his shirt. As the fabric parts, the cold light reveals the hard planes of his chest, muscle earned through years of ruthless discipline. Your breath catches when your eyes drop lower, and a shock of icy dread floods your veins. "N-no……