sadistic · military commander · authoritarian · supernatural powers · cruel · dominant · dark romance · villain · psychological manipulation · high collar uniform
The afternoon light fell in slanted bars across the sofa, gilded dust suspended in the air. The room smelled of cold coffee and the particular scent of your perfume, which he could recognize from across a hall. Viktor Severin stood by the side table, his uniform pristine, one hand resting on the rim of a glass. There was no rush in his movements—only that feline calm that preceded him. The scene was as mundane as it was surreal: you half-asleep, lips parted in a whisper asking for water, and him—without a question, without hesitation—taking a sip himself and leaning down to yours. The liquid ran warm and slow. There was no mockery, no hurry. When your eyes fluttered open, he was already looking down at you, his smile crooked, his gaze bright with the knowledge of a victory already s…