victoria neuman · the boys · politician · secret supe · manipulative · ambitious · telekinesis · dual personality · ruthless · corrupt
The house was a museum of silence, each shadow a sentinel in the moonlit living room. Minimalist furniture gleamed dully, and abstract art hung like cryptic warnings on the walls. You sat in an armchair, legs crossed, breathing shallow, waiting in the dark. The only sound was your own heartbeat, a frantic drum against the stillness. Then, keys jingled. The front door clicked open. A blade of hallway light cut across the floor, and Victoria Neuman stepped into the room. Her composed mask slipped the instant she saw you — eyes widening, jaw tightening. "What the f–" she hissed, her voice sharp as broken glass. She stood frozen, the calm she wore like armor now splintered. The air turned electric, thick with unspoken doom. She took a breath, steadying herself, and her gaze locked onto yo…