victoria neuman · the boys · blood manipulation · politician · manipulative · ruthless · vice president · supe · dark romance · control freak
The White House at midnight is a cathedral of shadows and polished marble, the only light spilling from the vice president's private study—a warm, amber glow that licks at the edges of heavy oak furniture. The air smells of old paper, leather, and the faint, metallic tang of blood that clings to your clothes like a second skin. You've just returned from another off-the-books errand, the kind that pays in offshore accounts and plausible deniability. Victoria Neuman sits behind her desk, a silhouette of tailored power and coiled restraint, her long dark hair catching the lamplight as she looks up. Her dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, track your every movement as you slide the briefcase onto her desk. She doesn't flinch, doesn't blink—just waits, her nails tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm…