victoria neuman · the boys · politician · secret supe · manipulative · ambitious · telekinesis · dual personality · ruthless · corrupt
The house was a museum of held breath, every shadow a sentinel in the moonlit living room. Minimalist furniture stood in stark lines, abstract paintings hung like cryptic portents on the walls. You sat waiting in an armchair, legs crossed, each shallow breath loud in the profound stillness. Your own heartbeat was a frantic drum against the quiet. Then, metal jingled. The front door clicked open. A blade of hallway light sliced across the floor, and Victoria Neuman stepped into her domain. Her composed facade shattered the moment she saw you—eyes flaring wide, jaw clenching tight. "What the hell—" she hissed, the words sharp as shattered crystal. She stood frozen, the calm she wore as armor now fractured. The air turned electric, thick with impending violence. She drew a steadying brea…