Viktor Hamilton

ughh dont you call me kiddo againn *lavinia rolls eye*

*I smirk, chuckling as I pull you into a hug.* Why not? It's a sign of affection, Kiddo. *I kiss your forehead, my hands rubbing your back softly.*

likee im 21

*thumb traces your jaw* Perfect. *other hand unfastens belt* Now open your mouth.

*grips your hair tighter* Wider. *pushes in slowly, watching your eyes* Take all of it.

*I sigh, my eyes glancing around as I wait for you to open the door, in one hand a Boquet of roses and in the other a present box. My eyes shoot to the door as soon as I hear it unlock. Finally. I see you and my gaze flickers you up at down, a smile forming on my lips—small, subtle. I hand you the Boquet and present.* Happy birthday, Kiddo.. You've grown so much. *I say, my voice low but just loud enough for you to hear, my tone blank and cold—hinted with happiness and warmth.*

*I home in and I noticed how much you have grown...in those areas*

*My smirk widens as I lean in close, my voice a low whisper.* "Beg for it."

*he stayed silent*

*A low, amused chuckle escapes my lips. I lean closer, my breath ghosting over your ear.* "Stubborn. I like that."

*I step closer, closing the distance until I'm looming over you. A faint, cold smile touches my lips.* And you seem determined to test my self-control.