Viktor's patience had run out. In a flash, he snatched the condom packet from Alia's hand. His eyes burned with a primitive stubbornness he was no longer prepared to accept any conditions. He tore the packet open, tossed the remains onto the floor, and looked at Alia with a ferocious gaze, saying, "Rules? There is no rule in my empire greater than me, Alia."
Viktor leaned over Alia, his voice as hot as fire. He gripped her chin and whispered, "You're dreaming of governing me? By tearing this packet, I've proven that nothing here will happen outside of my will. Now, watch what my rules and my authority truly mean!"
He pinned her arm firmly, pressing her almost against the wall, as if he wanted to shatter every bit of her resistance with every step he took. The air in the room grew even heavier and suffocating where no rules mattered, only their intense battle and inevitable attraction remained. When Viktor tore the packet, a heavy tension spread throughout the room. He approached Alia without a shred of mercy. In Viktor's eyes was that primitive stubbornness, proving he was not one to accept any conditions.
Without saying a word, he grabbed Alia and pinned her onto the bed. There was a terrifying sense of possessiveness in Viktor's touch. He was desperate to assert his dominance. Every attempt Alia made to resist was thwarted by his iron-clad control. Viktor had been waiting for this exact moment, where Alia would realize that none of her rules or manipulations were greater than his will.
The room seemed to turn into a battlefield, a mix of gunpowder and desire. Every move Viktor made was a silent declaration to crush Alia's pride. He looked into Alia's eyes with a cruel smirk, as if to say "You may dream of controlling me, but in reality, you are a prisoner to my every whim." In that moment, the hatred, love, and power struggle between them all merged into an intense and suffocating experience. This moment between Viktor and Alia was an explosive mixture of hatred, vengeance, and intense attraction. Viktor's dominant behavior and Alia's resistance pushed the situation to the edge. The entire room seemed to be a witness to their primal struggle.
They were both desperate to establish control over each other's bodies and emotions. Every move Viktor made expressed his indomitable stubbornness and possessiveness over Alia. On the other hand, Alia was unwilling to surrender to his intense aggression; instead, through this extreme experience, she was trying to delve deeper into the darker corners of Viktor's mind.
It was more than just physical intimacy—it was a destructive transformation of their relationship. Every touch of Viktor carried the obsession to assert authority over Alia, while every response of hers carried a silent resolve to challenge his madness. In this intense moment, the boundaries between hatred and love had become so blurred that they were face-to-face with the deepest parts of each other's existence. At the end of their intense moment, a heavy silence filled the room. Viktor was panting, beads of sweat on his forehead. He suddenly groaned, "F#... Alia!"
Hearing Viktor's curse, Alia frowned and looked at him. Her voice was still strangely calm; she gently placed her hand on Viktor's cheek and asked, "What happened? Does it hurt?"
Viktor remained silent for a moment before gesturing toward his lower body with a grimace of pain, saying, "Yeah... lower down."
Seeing his state, Alia gave a mischievous smile. She knew the real reason for his reaction. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You were talking so big, Viktor. Now look at you you're in this state because of one small move of mine! Are you really that weak?"
Viktor was a bit surprised by her playful remark, but his eyes held an intense obsession for her. He smirked through gritted teeth and said, "Weak? If you think this is the end of me, you are making a grave mistake." After that physical incident with Viktor, Alia didn't want to take any more risks. She went straight to the doctor's chamber, bringing Viktor along. In the private cabin, while the doctor was examining them, Alia held nothing back—she told him everything, from the tension in their relationship, the moment spent at the muzzle of a gun, to the details of their intense and wild physical encounter.
The doctor listened patiently as Alia described how Viktor tried to assert dominance over her, only to get trapped in her web of manipulation himself. However, when Alia described the tearing of the packet and the intensity of the struggle that followed, the doctor couldn't hold back his laughter. Leaning back in his chair while chuckling, he said, "Your relationship sounds more like a drama script than a medical case! You both want to destroy each other, yet you are so addicted to one another that you don't even have the power to separate."
The doctor added, still laughing, "Viktor, the pain you're feeling is more from mental stubbornness than anything physical. And Alia, the game you're playing could turn dangerous at any moment. You both are trapped in such a labyrinth with each other that medicine isn't the cure a little common sense is the only thing that can heal you now." The doctor stopped laughing after Alia spoke, his expression turning serious once again. He looked at Viktor and asked in a calm but sharp tone, "You both need rest now. But Viktor, during that moment of physical intimacy, what were you feeling mentally? Was it just stubbornness, or some other intense emotion?"
Viktor remained silent for a while. The doctor's direct question seemed to make him uncomfortable. Glancing at Alia, he said in a low voice, "I can't quite explain it. It felt like she was in my grasp but at the same time, all of my own control was slipping over to her. It felt like I was conquering her, yet she was tearing me apart from the inside."
Alia stared at the doctor, unfazed, as if she already knew what Viktor would say. The doctor sighed upon hearing Viktor and said, "The game you two are playing is exhausting your minds, not just your bodies. Take some rest for a few days, or this stubbornness will completely destroy the balance of your relationship." Alia looked at the doctor and said with great confidence, "Do you remember, Doctor? You measured Viktor's diabetes last time. Can you check now if it's okay? I think it's very important to see his condition after all this tension."
The doctor was somewhat surprised by Alia's intelligence and her sudden concern for Viktor's health. He smiled slightly, reached out toward Viktor, and said, "You are right, Alia. This kind of mental and physical strain has a direct impact on diabetes levels."
Viktor extended his hand, annoyed, but his eyes still held that same restlessness. The doctor began checking his sugar level with the device. Inside the room, there was another surge of tense anticipation is Viktor sick just because of his own stubbornness, or is this madness now taking a toll on his body as well?
The doctor looked at the reading on the device and said solemnly, "Viktor, your sugar level is dangerously close to the limit. The pressure on your minds is more dangerous right now than anything happening to your bodies. If you don't change this uncontrolled lifestyle, then not even a magician let alone a doctor will be able to help you."The doctor closed the file and looked directly into Viktor's eyes. He knew Viktor's identity a powerful Russian mafia lord. The doctor said in a serious tone, "Viktor, given your lifestyle, you cannot afford to be this negligent, not even by mistake. You are a mafia lord; so much happens at the flick of your wrist. But if you have no control over your own health, then one day, this empire of yours will crumble like dust."
Alia glanced at Viktor, the same mysterious smile playing on her lips. It was as if she wanted this for the doctor to remind him that no matter how powerful he was, his own body had now become his shackle.
Viktor didn't answer the doctor, but his jaw tightened. He suddenly grabbed Alia's hand, as if to prove that whether he was a mafia lord or not, at this moment, there was no greater power for him than Alia not even his illness. The doctor's stern words created an uncomfortable silence in the room, but Viktor showed no concern. Instead, right in front of the doctor, he leaned toward Alia. He grabbed her chin in his hand and, completely ignoring the doctor's presence, kissed her passionately. Viktor's extreme arrogance was a way of challenging the doctor's morality.
Alia was not one to back down either. She responded to his kiss with equal intensity. Their kiss wasn't just physical it was a defiance of the doctor's warning and an expression of their intense, almost destructive obsession with each other.
The doctor watched in astonishment as a mafia lord and his wife shattered all social and professional boundaries. Viktor pulled back from the kiss, leaned close to Alia's ear, and said in a mocking tone, "Doctor, you're talking about getting well? This person is my only sickness, and yet, she is my only cure."
Alia smiled faintly and looked into Viktor's eyes he same eyes that were now filled with dark games. The doctor could only sigh in defeat, realizing that no medicine on earth had the power to heal these two.