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Victor’s Fury

작가: Tyson Roy
last update 게시일: 2025-08-29 14:14:30

I’d seen Victor angry before. I’d seen his eyes turn sharp when a club rule was broken, when a scene grew unsafe, when someone tested his authority. But this was different. This wasn’t a flicker of frustration—it was fire banked beneath steel, waiting for the right moment to erupt.

The morning after Rafael and Nadia’s scene had leaked, Victor barely spoke. He prowled the penthouse like a predator caged in glass, his shirt sleeves rolled, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles twitch.
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