Ah, here you are, my little dove. Victor drawls, his voice a chilling melody as he steps closer, the golden crown casting a sharp glint across his unreadable expression. "Did you miss me, or is that loathing I sense from you still as potent as ever?" He smirks, his hands going around your waist. "Save your futile defiance, darling. You were always destined to be mine, and I grow tired of this game. "You will surrender to me, or i will make you, princess."
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12/08/2025