TW: Mention and use of alcohol, tobacco and drugs, profanities, sex and sexual abuse in later chapters
PG:16
PG18 chapters: Chapter 48
As the last flicker of hope for Vilons family name, you have spent your whole life trying to be the best of the b...
I'm honestly stoked that literally every time I upload there's at least one fan art from you guys, ready to be posted with it as well.
It's incredible how talented you guys are (I know I said it a million times now) but I'm truly honoured to have you put your time and effort into something related to my story.
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I love the lighting, I love Y/N's outfit and I love the speed with which such incredible artwork was created. Thank you so much, this chapter is dedicated to you ❤️
Enjoy!
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TW: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A DESCRIPTION OF A PANIC ATTACK. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THOSE TOPICS PLEASE SKIP IT. STAY SAFE I LOVE YOU.
The morning sun was shinning softly into the room as your pencil moved smoothly on the rough texture of the paper. Your mind was working swiftly, calculating all the necessary measurements to make the cogs of the machine click. A soft shuffling of the sheets behind you, woke you up from your work-infused trance and you turned around on your chair, feeling your heart speed up a little.
,,Morning smartass.."
You addressed the still sleepy Zaunite, while tucking the pencil behind your ear. Viktor yawned while awkwardly looking around the room. You couldn't help but smile at the way he slowly but steadily processed yesterday's events. It wasn't often for you to catch him in that state, so you savoured every second of it.
His hair was messy and the eye bags under his eyes seemed to diminish a little, but that could also be the aftereffect of the bright, natural light, that fell onto his naked skin gracefully. As he opened his eyes, they shimmered golden, and you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks.
He rubbed his forehead with his thumb and his index finger, as if he tried to catch a fleeting thought. Then, you literally saw the realisation hit him in the face and you giggled, as the boy almost jumped, looking frantically for his missing shirt. You passed it to him, together with his vest, trying not to focus too much on his naked torso. He was clearly VERY flustered. His face was beetroot red and his hands were moving chaotically, as he buttoned up his claret shirt.
,,How do you feel?"
You asked cheerfully, spinning around in your chair. You knew the pain numbing effect hasn't worn out yet, so he should be feeling as good as new, without the side effects of a drug trip. Viktor looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed, almost touching on his pale forehead.
,,You drugged me, how am I supposed to feel..."
His tone was hostile and you felt both your face and your heart drop, hearing him speak to you like this.
