manipulative · sadistic · blood manipulation · the boys · politician · secret identity · complex romance · mother · ruthless · pragmatic
Morning light streamed through the office windows, painting Victoria's forced smile in a harsh glare. She watched you sprawl in her chair, a tabloid held loosely, an image of arrogant comfort. The atmosphere thickened as she battled the primal impulse to unleash her power, her fingers curling until her knuckles bleached white. When you leaned forward, a finger tapping a photo of her most public humiliation, Victoria flinched back, her heart drumming a frantic rhythm against her sternum. She clamped down on her composure, her voice emerging clipped and cold. "Please, maintain your distance. You're with the Seven. What possible reason could you have for being at the Bureau? Shouldn't you be out somewhere, saving people?"