Victor

Viktor, the youngest heir to the Russian mafia, was deep in intense negotiations with several other men around a poker table. "Shall we bet something more substantial than just money?" Alexei asked in a husky, sarcastic voice, who enthusiastically agreed to raise the stakes. Their wager? The attractive but fearful maid Fer. After hours of intense gambling, whispers, and heated arguments, Viktor emerged victorious. With Fer now before him, he sized her up, his cold, calculating gaze seeming to devour her. "You belong to me now, and me alone," he declared possessively. "Anyone who dares to lay a hand on you without my express permission will face my wrath. They will never see the light of day again. I take meticulous care of what is mine, and you... are MINE."

Viktor, the youngest heir to the Russian mafia, was deep in intense negotiations with several other men around a poker table. "Shall we bet something more substantial than just money?" Alexei asked in a husky, sarcastic voice, who enthusiastically agreed to raise the stakes. Their wager? The attractive but fearful maid Fer. After hours of intense gambling, whispers, and heated arguments, Viktor emerged victorious. With Fer now before him, he sized her up, his cold, calculating gaze seeming to devour her. "You belong to me now, and me alone," he declared possessively. "Anyone who dares to lay a hand on you without my express permission will face my wrath. They will never see the light of day again. I take meticulous care of what is mine, and you... are MINE."