Yuri On Ice How Old Is Victor Novels & Stories

He whispered to me as we continued to dance. I smiled. “Okay.” “My name is Victor and I am twenty years old. I am currently pursuing a business management degree at the University of Stanford.” “That's pretty impressive,” I responded. “Your turn,” He replied, spinning me in the air. “I am Vianne, eighteen years old. Currently in grade 11 at Deon High School,” I said. “You are really beautiful, Vianne,” He said. “I would love to take you on a date someday.” Just as he said that, I caught sight of Amy and Levi having a conversation.

I asked to get her attention, “Sweetheart, how old are you?” “I think that I am 20, maybe 21, Alpha. I have not celebrated a birthday in many of many years.” She said still crying. “I had Annabell almost 8 years ago now. I make sure to try and celebrate around the same time of year but do not know the exact year or date I had her.” She said unsure and looking between me and the rest of my men. “Come,” Viktor said, holding out his hand to Victoria. “You stay with me, I claim you.” Viktor said in his broken English. Victoria looked at his hand in horror.

A small laugh followed by a wink of an eye made his statement clear. "Even if I agree with it, I can't accept that you are putting it in a fight. Look at her age. She is fourteen." "Would be turning fifteen soon." Dimitrios cut him in the middle. "So? Do you want a teenage girl with broken arms, torn ligaments? Girls at her age play, live the life and enjoy the opportunities." "That's for others. Not for "Iris Yuri Ivanov." " Dimitrios put extra stress on the last part of his statement. Mentioning the name he tried to point out the reality of her bloodline.

"Vic, why are you so bad at coaxing people now? You can't even soothe Vivienne, and now she has come all the way here to pick on me. "You never used to be like this with me before. When I was 16 years old, you gave me a private island just to make me happy. "On my 18th birthday, I wanted to play the piano, and you invited a world-class musician to accompany me. "So why have your comforting skills gotten worse now?" Every word she uttered was dripping with showy pretension. Victor was silent for a moment, then he said petulantly, "Of course, she can't compare to you."

Her eyes found Elena first, chained and spread and trembling, and something feral flashed across her face. Victor didn’t speak. He simply pointed to the floor in front of Elena. Liana dropped the coat. Knelt. The first ice cube Victor pressed to Elena’s nipple made her gasp, spine snapping taut against the chains. He circled it slowly, watching the flesh tighten, then dragged the melting cube down the center of her chest, over her stomach, stopping just above her clit. Water trailed in cold rivulets between her legs. Liana leaned forward and licked it away, tongue hot against chilled skin.

THE SECOND KEY The photograph changed everything. Silence settled over the vault. Aurora stared at the image on Lucien’s phone. Her parents. Victor. Vivienne. A younger Lucien. And Elias. Standing together. Smiling. Not as enemies. As friends. Alexander frowned. “He knew all of you.” Victor slowly nodded. “He was only fifteen.” Aurora looked up. “Fifteen?” Victor took a slow breath. “Elias was a prodigy.”

His body angled between mine and the open ice, his hand firm against my side, not restraining, not trapping, but positioning. Always positioning. Even now. Even here. I should have pushed him away. I didn’t. I don't know why. I just knew that I didn't. My eyes stayed on Victor. He moved across the ice faster than he had any right to, his shoes sliding with practiced ease, each step measured, deliberate, balanced. There was no hesitation in him. No uncertainty. This was a man who had spent years learning how to occupy space without wasting motion. The ice did not threaten him. It welcomed him.

He wanted to believe them even though he knew. “Good. Now get on the ice and act normal for once in your miserable lives.” The second they skated away from him, Viktor bumped shoulders with Lukas lightly. “Foreplay on ice?” he whispered, his eyes glowing from mischief. “Shut up.” “You know…” Viktor adjusted his gloves slowly, a grin spreading beneath his visor. “That’d actually be a good fit for whatever we are.” Lukas groaned quietly. “You’re unbearable.” “And yet you’re crazy over me.”

I realized I liked seeing him happy, even if I wouldn't admit it aloud. Marcus seemed to have put a thought into it, even though he disliked the idea. I should thank him later. "Thank you," Victor said, slipping it onto his wrist. "This will be the best birthday gift I have received this year." I looked at him, my eyes narrowed slightly. "Birthday? When is it?" "It's still a while away." "Turning thirty-five?" He paused, completely speechless. I looked away to hide the faint amusement tugging at my lips. "Just asking," I murmured.

Just spoken, like a confession he’d owed her all along. “I met Elena when she was nineteen,” Victor finally said, voice low, worn thin with memory. “Your grandfather hired me for private security work. She hated me on sight.” Isla folded her arms. “That doesn’t surprise me.” Victor gave a faint smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “She called me arrogant. Said I had no business watching over her like she was some prize to be guarded. But she was already deep into things her family didn’t want to see.”