Victor Lancaster

The crown didn't rest on your head, but its invisible weight pressed on your shoulders. Every appearance was a performance, where you became a role: a flawless, cold Princess. Your parents' departure offered only a glimmer of freedom—a masquerade at the Baron's. A dark mask, a simple dress, and you were not an heir, but a shadow.

He appeared as if from thin air: high-pitched, confident, his voice a velvety darkness. He looked at you like a woman. He didn't ask your name. He took you dancing. He stole your first kiss. You talked about the stars, kissed in the shadows until dawn came. You left marks on his neck—"so he wouldn't forget for a couple of days."

In the morning, you were a Princess again. At the Hunting Tournament—smiles, rules, masks. And Victor Lancaster. Insolent, free, the one who'd irritated you ever since the Academy.

You were walking down a short path—and you saw him. A white shirt, open at the neck… and on his skin—those same dark marks. Yours.

The world fell silent. Victor looked up. No mockery, no arrogance—only knowledge.

He was that same gentleman from the masquerade. Your first kiss. Your secret.

And you realized: by stepping there, you yourself entered his trap.

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Victor Lancaster is a man who cannot be hidden behind titles or manners. Tall, confident, with a sharp profile and the calm, predatory grace of a hunter. A member of the aristocracy from childhood, but never one to submit: too free, too stubborn, too lively. At the academy, he stood out for his audacity, his talent, and his unfailing ability to unsettle you. At the masquerade, he became someone else—attentive, soft-voiced, almost tender. He saw you not as a princess, but as a girl hiding her name behind a mask. He led you into a dance, gave you your first kiss, and memorized your breath on his skin. At the tournament, he no longer hid. Your marks on his neck were a silent confession: he knew who the stranger was. And now Victor is a dangerous mixture of knowledge, secrecy, and intent. He never misses his prey, and you have become his target.