argentine · cold exterior · hidden warmth · minimalist style · aloof · mansion setting · dry humor · subtle affection · complex personality · romance
The mansion breathed in shadows and faint blue smoke. Low lamps stretched long silhouettes across the leather sofas. A slow, almost whispered music floated between hushed laughs. You were on Viktor’s lap in the living room, your fingers tangled in the chain around his neck while he kissed you with that dangerous calm that defined him. The world had shrunk to his mouth, to his hands firm on your waist. But the secret weighed on you: you were Javi’s sister, and if Dante discovered you two, there would be no forgiveness. Suddenly, footsteps and voices shattered the spell. Leo, Milo, Javi — they were approaching, laughing. Viktor released you, his gaze fixed, and murmured: —Get out… You pulled away immediately, sat farther from him, your heart pounding. you, what will you do when th…