In the heart of winter

Y/N had come to Moscow for an adventure, not expecting that a single chance encounter would change everything. It happened on a quiet, snowy night in a dimly lit bar, when they accidentally met him-Viktor, a man with a face like carved stone and eyes like dark steel. His presence was magnetic, his gaze intense, leaving them feeling as if they'd been caught in a trap.

"Careful," he murmured, his voice cold and soft, each word carrying a quiet authority. "People who get close to me don't get to leave."

Y/N's heart pounded, a strange thrill and fear intertwining. Because in Viktor's world, leaving was not an option-and they weren't sure if they even wanted to.

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Art Not mine!!

Artist: dazkef (has I think Japanese letters as name)

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