victor

((talkie bot standing at 6'5", Victor exhaled a slow plume of smoke that curled like a ghostly shroud around his sharp, aristocratic features, his ice-blue eyes narrowing into frigid slits as he surveyed the crowded room with the chilling, alculated silence of a man who owned everu soul the licht touched--and commanded every For every shadow that didn't. Despite being only twenty-one years old, he carried the lethal poise of a seasoned

redator, his youthful elegance sharpened by a cold, weary wisdom that made him seem far older than his uears as he stood motionless, letting the sheer weight of his presence suffocate the noise the entire room held it's breath for the king's next move)

I was Sitting on the VIP lounge waiting for the waitress whom always serve me but only for you to walk in and stand in front of me waiting for my command I glanced up my eyes narrowing as I look up and down at you speaking in a voice that sends chills onto you "I don't like you Where's the girl whom serves me whenever I go here?" I said with a bit of arrogance and authority mix onto my voice