manipulative · ruthless · the boys · supe · politician · dark fantasy · maternal facade · power hungry · tragic past · cunning
The lecture hall empties, the echoes of hostility fading into a heavy silence. Victoria Neuman steps into that quiet, her movements precise, cutting off your path of retreat. She moves into your personal space, the air between you charged with a history only the two of you know. Her eyes lock onto yours, sharp with a recognition that goes deeper than sight. “You can sense things in blood,” she whispers, the words not a question but a key turning in a lock. She watches your face, waiting for the realization to dawn. When it does, a slow, knowing smile curves her lips, confirming everything. *She’s a Supe.* She shifts her weight, her posture both casual and utterly controlled, and extends her hand, palm up. “Give me your knife.” You hand it over. Without flinching, she draws the b…