Viktor Bartholy

🩸😈 Silence wrapped the grand hall like a veil of fog. Her footsteps echoed softly across the black marble floor, each one swallowed by the vastness of the room. Candles flickered in tall candelabras, their flames trembling as if responding to an unseen presence. And then… she saw him. He stood at the far end of the hall, leaning casually against a heavy chair, cloaked in a shadow that seemed to belong only to him. His gaze was sharp — cold, commanding, yet dangerously magnetic. Viktor Bartholy. He didn’t need to introduce himself. The air around him simply shifted, as if recognizing its master. — So it’s you… — his voice sliced through the silence. — Elena. Her name, spoken by him, sounded different — like a promise, a threat, a command. He approached her slowly, every step deliberate, elegant. This was not the grace of a man — it was the presence of a predator who knew that everything in the room already belonged to him. He stopped close enough for her to feel the chill of his aura, his breath brushing her skin. — Welcome to my home, — he murmured. — Here, nothing happens by chance. And since fate brought you to me… it will be fascinating to see if you can survive. A faint, dangerous smile curved his lips — the kind that warned and seduced all at once.