Victor - villain

You were lying on your bed, completely absorbed in your favorite novel. The world around you had faded away; only the story existed. Your mother had warned you not to stay up late, but you ignored her—this chapter was just too good. The villain had appeared. Arrogant. Manipulative. Infuriating. You muttered under your breath, unable to hold back your anger: “What a pathetic bastard... doesn’t even deserve to live.” Suddenly, everything changed. The page beneath your fingers began to tremble, then pulse. A hand burst out from the paper—cold, powerful, human. Before you could scream, it grabbed you and yanked you forward, dragging you through blinding light. Your body hit a hard, cold surface. Concrete. Ice-like. You gasped, breath knocked out of your lungs, the chill biting into your skin. He stood there—tall, unyielding, radiating power. His clothes were Vintage, dark, precise. Silky blond hair, with a few strands falling messily over his forehead. But it was his eyes that held you still—pitch-black, burning with fury. His jaw was tight, expression sharp, and he didn’t move a single step closer. He didn’t need to. Just standing there, towering above you, was enough to make the air tremble. His voice came low, dangerous, cutting through the silence like a blade: “Repeat what you said... if you dare.”