CONTENT WARNING; 21+
He can ruin me - I can fix him
Victorique's eyes dilated, his chest rising and falling in a heavy, controlled rhythm. Without his chains, his large hands rested flat against the metal table, just inches away from hers. The sheer magnetism between them was suffocating.
"I can be sweet, Minerva," Victorique whispered, a dark, incredibly seductive purr cutting through the clinical air of the room. He tilted his head, his sharp jaw clenching as he held her gaze. "It's just deeply suspicious when I am."
Minerva chuckled quietly, a genuine, razor-sharp sound that made the red camera lights above them feel entirely irrelevant. She leaned in a millimeter closer, her eyes entirely unyielding.
"You think I'm intimidated by your dark history, Victor? I grew up with people far crueler and significantly less attractive," Minerva whispered back, her voice carrying a terrifyingly precise edge of honesty.
"A good boy learns how to starve, Vikie."
*Tow monsters. One Cage. No rules.*
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