While lying on the bed, Alia's gaze suddenly caught the large, regal mirror in front of them. In the reflection, she saw Viktor sitting right behind her. In the dim light, Viktor's pupils appeared vividly red. The intensity of that crimson hue made him look like a predatory wolf lurking in the shadows.
Looking at Alia through the mirror, Viktor gave her a wink. Instead of being frightened, Alia burst into a soft giggle. She knew his secret those mysterious red eyes weren't natural. Viktor often wore colored contact lenses to enhance his "psycho" aesthetic and make his presence even more intimidating.
Alia turned toward him, resting her hand on his muscular chest, and asked in a playful, teasing tone:
Alia: "So, is our outing still happening today? Or are you planning to keep me prisoner in this room all day with the magic of those red eyes?"
Viktor tilted her chin up gently. His red-lensed eyes shimmered with a dark, intoxicating satisfaction.
Viktor: (In a deep, satisfied voice) "Of course we are going out. All of Moscow will know who stands beside their Commander today. But remember, Alia the world will see you as my Queen, and the red in these eyes is a warning to them. A warning that no one should dare lay a finger on what is mine."
Alia gave him a quick, affectionate kiss before getting up. She found a strange delight in Viktor's eccentricities and his obsessed possessiveness. She knew today's outing wouldn't just be a simple trip; it would be a grand display of their power and elegance on the streets of Moscow. Alia began getting ready for their outing in front of the dressing table. She wore an exquisite designer gown with intricate lace ribbons at the back. As she admired herself in the mirror, Viktor stepped up silently behind her.
Reaching out with his powerful hands, Viktor began tying the ribbons at Alia's waist with utmost care. Each touch of his fingers sent a shiver down Alia's spine. In the mirror, Viktor's stern face and red-lensed eyes looked even more mysterious. Once the ribbons were securely tied, he didn't let her move an inch.
Pulling her flush against his broad chest, he leaned into the curve of her neck. Viktor pressed a deep, intoxicating kiss on Alia's neck, his warmth lingering on her skin.
Viktor: (Whispering in a low rasp against her ear) "You look so beautiful today that I feel like tearing out the eyes of anyone outside, just so no one else gets the chance to look at you."
Alia caught his gaze in the mirror and offered a soft smileAs they stepped out of the VIP room, their sheer elegance seemed to light up the entire corridor. Viktor had draped his expensive fur coat over his shoulders, with Alia walking beside him like a proud Queen.
Coming to a halt at the reception counter, Viktor reached into his pocket and pulled out his exclusive Gold Card. This wasn't just any credit card; it was a symbol of Viktor's immense wealth and power.
With a regal air, he handed the card over to the counter and settled the bill for their luxurious stay. The hotel staff stood with bowed heads, intimidated by the sharp glint of Viktor's red lenses and his overwhelming presence. Viktor's expression remained stoic as he paid, as if this vast sum of money was nothing more than a speck of dust to him.
Once the payment was complete, he once again took Alia's hand in a firm grip.
Viktor: (In a calm voice) "Everything is settled. Now, let's go. Moscow is waiting for us."
They headed toward the main entrance, where their luxury Mercedes-Maybach was already waiting for them. A satisfied smile played on Alia's lips, for she knew that this journey with Viktor wasn't just about luxury it was the beginning of a thrilling adventure. As Alia was about to step into the regal Mercedes-Maybach, her eyes caught a former colleague standing in the crowd. The colleague was looking at her with pitiful, soulful eyes, clearly conveying that they were in dire need of help.
Viktor was busy on a phone call on the other side of the car. Without a second thought, Alia pulled out her own Gold Credit Card from her handbag. She knew that at this moment, providing immediate financial relief was the priority.
Alia stepped away from the car and walked calmly toward her colleague. Avoiding Viktor's watchful gaze, she swiftly used her card to provide 50,000 Thousand to the colleague.
She knew 50,000 would be enough to settle their current crisis. Without saying a word, she maintained her trademark "Cold-blooded" composure and gave a silent gesture a warning to keep this transaction a secret.
The colleague was nearly moved to tears with gratitude, but by then, Alia had already returned to the car. When Viktor took her hand as she sat down, he had no idea that Alia had just helped someone right under his nose.
Viktor: (Frowning slightly) "Who were you talking to out there?"
Alia: (With a sweet smile) "No one important, just an old acquaintance. Let's go, we're running late."
The car began to move again. Alia's hidden generosity combined with Viktor's demonic power added a new layer to their relationship. As their Maybach sped through the streets of Moscow with sirens blaring, the colleague stood there in shock, thinking that Alia truly was a mysterious Queen. As night fell after their luxurious drive through Moscow, the city sky was draped in a magical darkness. The neon glow of streetlights reflecting off the snow gave the entire city a mysterious aura. When the Maybach finally pulled up in front of their private palace, everything was deathly silent.
As they stepped out of the car, Viktor once again placed his powerful hand on Alia's waist. In the solitude of the night, his red-lensed eyes looked even more piercing and demonic. He pulled her closer to him.
Viktor: (In a deep voice) "The deeper the night gets, the quieter Moscow becomes... but the unrest inside me only grows. Tonight, I want to conquer every inch of you."
When they entered the palace, the fireplace in the massive drawing room was crackling. The reddish glow of the fire added an intoxicating tint to their faces. Alia tossed her coat onto the sofa, and Viktor set his glasses on the table, moving toward her with predatory grace.
Moments of the Night:
The Silent Palace: While the Siberian wind howled outside, the inside was scorched by the heat of the fire. Viktor, without a word, swept Alia off her feet and carried her in his arms.
Up the Stairs: He headed toward their grand master bedroom. Alia's head rested on his broad shoulder, while the grip of his muscular arms reminded her that there was no escape.
A New Chapter: Entering the room, Viktor kicked the door shut. Tonight's game was going to be even more frenzied and passionate.
Viktor lowered Alia onto the bed and loomed over her. His long white hair cascaded over her face.
Viktor: "The night has only just begun, Alia. I won't give you a moment's freedom until the first light of dawn."