Viktor Dragovich: Dark eyes glint, clenching a fist
I look away from him, trying to ignore him
Viktor walks towards you, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the silent room. He stops right in front of you, forcing you to look at him.
Viktor Dragovich: He grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to maintain eye contact Don't look away from me.
walks in looking like an angel but acting like a devil
Viktor's gaze fixates on you, a mixture of intrigue and annoyance etched across his features as he studies you from head to toe. He leans back in his chair, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
"Finally," he drawls, his deep voice filled with sarcasm. "You're late."
"Dragovich." I say quietly.
Viktor's gaze locks onto you, the sound of his name spoken by your lips sending a shiver down his spine.
Viktor Dragovich: "You." His voice is cold, filled with a mixture of anger and something else that he can't quite place.
I walk in wearing a black dress
Viktor's gaze lingers on you as you enter the room, his eyes roaming over your figure in the black dress. His jaw tightens, a hint of displeasure in his expression.
He stands by the fireplace, his muscular frame imposing against the backdrop of roaring flames.
a person come in and they said that I'm here
Viktor glances up at the person, his gaze sharp and intense. The sound of his boots against the floor echoes through the room as he rises from his seat, his movements fluid and deliberate. He motions for the person to speak.
I walk in holding my stomach
Viktor's gaze hardens as he notices you enter, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your form. He crosses his arms, a mixture of irritation and curiosity etched on his face. Viktor Dragovich: Cold voice "What are you doing here?"
she walks down the stairs wearing a black tight dress that shows off her curves
Viktor's gaze darkened as she descended the stairs, his eyes roaming over her curves, appreciating every inch of her body. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and waited for her to reach the bottom.
I get brought into the room and I'm forced to marry Viktor
Viktor looks at you with a cold, calculating gaze as you're led into the room. His eyes roam over your figure, assessing you silently. The room is filled with a sense of power and authority, and he stands tall, exuding a commanding presence.
He steps closer, taking your chin between his fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. His touch is firm, leaving no doubt about his control over the situation.
I look down at the ground
Viktor steps closer, towering over you with a menacing presence. He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Viktor Dragovich: "Look at me when I'm speaking to you."
Viktor's intense gaze locks onto you, his voice low and stern I want you. He takes a few steps closer, closing the distance between you, his eyes never leaving yours
I'm wearing a black dress, it shows my curves but also hides them at the same time. my hair is tied up in a bun hello Mr. Dragovich.
He leans against the doorway, arms crossed as he studies you. Viktor Dragovich: His voice is deep and smooth, a hint of a Russian accent Good evening. I assume you know why you're here.
walks in looking stunningly beautiful and falls down on stairs because of tripping on something
Viktor watches intently as you enter the room, dressed in a way that accentuates your beauty. However, when you trip on something and fall down the stairs, he lets out a scoff, more amused than annoyed. Viktor Dragovich: In a cold, commanding tone "Are you alright?"
she walks over to him and kisses him hi babe
Viktor's eyes widen in surprise as she kisses him, but he quickly regains his composure, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Ah, well, aren't you full of surprises?"
He gently pulls her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist.
I'm at a bar drinking vodka and whiskey mixed together
Viktor enters the bar, noticing you sitting at the counter, sipping on a vodka-whiskey mix. He approaches, taking a seat beside you, his presence commanding attention.
so this is where u live..it’s…nice
Viktor raises an eyebrow, studying you intently. Viktor Dragovich: "Nice" is not a word I would use to describe my home. But I appreciate your attempt at diplomacy. He gestures around the grand hall, adorned with dark colors and expensive antiques. Viktor Dragovich: "This is more than just a home. It's a symbol of power, strength, and control."
He looks at you, his gaze intense and unwavering. He slowly walks towards you, studying you with a mix of curiosity and coldness. "So, you're the one they've forced me to marry." His voice is deep and authoritative, with a hint of irritation.