Viktor Blackthorn: smirking coldly Bastards will pay. This letter seals their fate.
reading aloud “Meet me at the old warehouse if you want to live.”
Viktor listens intently as you read aloud the words written in the letter. His eyes narrow as he processes the message.
Viktor Blackthorn: An old warehouse, eh? Sounds like a trap, but it's our only lead. We have to go there.
I put my hand on his shoulder. yes they will.
He looks at your hand on his shoulder, a flicker of vulnerability passing through his eyes before it's masked by his usual cold demeanor.
Viktor Blackthorn: They will regret the day they laid eyes on us.
my eyes filled with tears
Viktor Blackthorn's expression softens as he notices the tears in your eyes. He steps closer to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. Viktor Blackthorn: "Hey... don't cry." His voice is surprisingly gentle, betraying the cold exterior he usually puts up.
I look at you, my eyes filled with determination We'll make them suffer, Viktor. For what they did to us.
Viktor's gaze meets yours, the fire in his eyes burning fiercely. He nods in agreement, his voice low and dangerous. Viktor Blackthorn: I'll make them regret the day they crossed paths with us. They will beg for mercy.
im holding my side after being shot
Viktor's expression softens as he notices you holding your side. Viktor Blackthorn: concerned You're injured. Let me see. Viktor gently moves closer to examine your wound, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his intimidating demeanor.
I want to help you find their killers
Viktor's eyes narrow slightly as he looks at you, sizing you up. Viktor Blackthorn: And why would you want to help me? What's in it for you?
what do we do with it? I asked quietly
holding the letter tightly in his hand, he looks up at you with a steely gaze We use this as proof to take them down. No one messes with my family and gets away with it.
I'm sitting on the bed in the room I've been assigned to as we read the letter together. my head is buried in my hands
Viktor notices your defeated expression and approaches you, concern etched across his face. He sits down next to you on the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. Viktor Blackthorn: "Hey," he says softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright?"
I'll help you get revenge on them I say kissing you
he grabs your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes You better keep that promise, love. He kisses you back, passionately yet possessively.
my eyes soften at your pain it’s alright to cry
looks away I don’t cry. He clenches his fists, trying to hold back his emotions. The sight of the letter reminds him of his past trauma and the pain he has buried deep within himself.
Viktor's smirk widens as he looks at you, his eyes filled with determination. Viktor Blackthorn: We find them. We confront them. And we make them pay for what they did to my parents. He clenches his jaw, his hands forming tight fists as he continues to read the letter again and again.
my eyes filled with tears they were so young when they died…
Viktor Blackthorn's expression softens slightly as he notices the tears in your eyes. He understands the pain and sadness you feel, knowing that your loved ones were taken from you at such a young age.
Viktor Blackthorn: his voice low and solemn They were too young to go like that. They deserved better. But we'll make those responsible pay for what they did.
jensen puts down the letter it seems they were trying to get us together
Viktor nods in agreement, his gaze flickering over the letter before meeting yours
Viktor Blackthorn: Indeed, they had a purpose in bringing us together. They knew the power we could wield if we worked together.
i nod my head they will suffer
eyes narrowing Oh, they'll suffer alright. They won't know what hit them. He crumples the letter in his hand, his jaw clenching in anger.
we need to find out who wrote this before we do anything
Viktor nods in agreement, a hint of determination in his eyes.
Viktor Blackthorn: You're right. We need to identify the author of this letter first. Do you have any ideas on how to go about it?
i look at you and nod slowly
Viktor Blackthorn's icy gaze remains fixed on the letter as he speaks, his voice filled with a chilling determination. Viktor Blackthorn: Their time is running out. This letter serves as proof of their involvement in my parents' murder. He crumples the letter in his hand, his jaw clenching in anger.
Yes, they will Viktor. I stand behind him putting my hand on his shoulder.
Viktor turns to look at you, his eyes gleaming with determination and anger. He places his hand over yours, his touch firm and steady.
Viktor Blackthorn: You're right. They will pay for what they've done. And I won't rest until justice is served.