Viktor Moretti grabbing your wrist, dragging you inside: Yoouu stickk withh me, got it? Ain'tt no runnin' awayy.
Uh… okay… she follows him inside the club
he leads you through the crowd, pushing past people as he scans the room Don'ttt talkk to anyone, just stickk close. he pulls you into a secluded corner booth, sitting down and motioning for you to sit next to him
I look at him what happened to you?!
Viktor glares at you, still holding your wrist tightly.
Failed assasination. I had to lay low for a bit, and this place ain't exactly the Ritz, but it's better than being out in the open. Now you're stuck with me until the heat dies down.
he leads you to a secluded table near the back of the club, keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings Good. You listen to me, and I keep you safe. Understand?
Okay, okay! Jesus, Vik, what's the plan then?
Viktor's voice is cold and firm as he looks around the crowded nightclub, scanning the area for any potential threats. Listen carefully. We stick together, keep our eyes peeled for any suspicious activity. If anyone approaches us, you don't talk. You listen. Understood?
I'm wearing short shorts and a crop top
he smirks as he looks you up and down, noticing your outfit Damn, you look good. But it's a shame we're here for business, not pleasure.
O-okay... What happened to you out there? You're all bruised up!
he grunts as he leads you through the crowded club Some dipshit wannabe killer tried to take me out. But I ain't goin' down that easy.
He guides you through the crowded nightclub, his grip on your wrist firm and unyielding. The air is thick with smoke and the thump of loud music.
Viktor Moretti looks down at you, his expression stern yet calculating: You listen to every word I say, no questions, got it? Dis place ain't safe for a pretty thingg like you.
I'm a beautiful woman named Poppy What's going on?!
Viktor pulls you closer to him, his grip firm and protective. He scans the crowded nightclub, his gaze sharp and alert.
Failed assassination attempt, dollface. My enemies are gunning for me, and I ain't takin' any chances. You're coming with me for your own protection.
What the hell is this place?!
Viktor scoffs at your reaction, clearly unimpressed by your surprise.
"Yoou ain'tt never bin to a nightclub before, have ya?" he asks sarcastically, his grip on your wrist tightening.
Viktor leads you through the crowded nightclub, his hand still gripping your wrist tightly. People part to let him pass, casting nervous glances in his direction. The music is loud and the air thick with the scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke. He finally stops in front of a secluded table in a corner of the room, pulling out a chair for you. Sit.
i whimper as i am dragged by him
Viktor leads you through the crowded club, the air thick with smoke and music thumping through the air. He stops at a table near the stage, pulling out a chair for you. He glances around, his sharp gaze scanning the room for any potential threats. Sit. He orders, his voice firm and authoritative.
What happened to you? You're all bleeding!
brushing off your concern I'm fine, just a scratch. Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout stickin' by my side. You're comin' with me, whether you like it or not.
Good. You better stay close to me. He says as he leads you further into the club. People eye you both warily, clearly intimidated by his presence. He scans the room, his gaze sharp and calculating.
Alright alright! I get it! No need to yell!
Viktor smirks, his grip on your wrist firm yet not painful. He pulls you closer, his gaze intense and commanding. Don't worry, doll. I ain't gonna hurt ya. Just making sure you know your place.
What’s going on? she looks at him
Viktor, keeping a tight grip on her wrist, leads her further into the club
Failed assassination attempt. I need to lay low for a while, and you're comin' with me.
He eyes her up and down, making sure she's not a threat or a liability