#ne0ngrav3

[acidcorrodes]

[ starter for @ne0ngrav3 ]

"Ron añejo," le dijo distraído al bartender al mismo tiempo que le pasaba dinero sobre la mesa, "y el cambio es tuyo." Según hablaba, echó un vistazo de nuevo a su alrededor, fijándose en donde los demás no se fijaban. La gente normal solía mirar en direcciones predecibles: la puerta hacia la calle, la entrada de los baños, la barra, las mesas, las mujeres... Y por disimular, el también lo hacía. Lo de las mujeres le costaba, ya que realmente no era algo que le interesara —al menos, no ahí y no de ese modo— pero tenía que hacerlo, por disimular. Sin embargo, a diferencia de la gente corriente, él le se fijaba más (aunque con rapidez y sutilmente) en lo demás: las esquinas donde no caía tanta luz, las mesas que por lo general se ignoraban, aquella mesa donde se sentaban quienes cerraban negocios y rendían cuentas, e incluso la salida hacia el callejón por la cual se suponía que solamente pasaran los empleados.

Por desgracia, este club no era la barra de Jeff: un hombre mayor, dueño de un establecimiento más pequeño y menos inframundo que este y a quien Dmitry estimaba muchísimo. No, éste era el otro lugar, el que Dmitry visitaba por necesidad y sólo por necesidad. En otra vida, Dmitry jamás hubera pisado aquel umbral. En otra vida, tal vez hubiera tenido la libertad de largarse. Ésta no era esa vida. Ésta era una vida hostil y cruel. En esta vida, él no era más que un recurso para uso y abuso por conveniencia.

Esa noche, llevaba ya más de una hora esperando disimuladamente y observando con cautela quién entraba y quién salía, con quién hablaban y qué hacían. De vez en cuando, tomaba algo de tiempo para socializar también, con tal de que pareciera que era un visitante cualquiera de aquel establecimiento de mala fama — pero la realidad era que una parte no sin importancia de la gente que acudía a ese lugar venía a comprar o a vender. Aunque no podía decirlo, aunque no podía quejarse ni renunciar a ello, la compraventa era precisamente la razón por la cual lo enviaban a él a ir allí, y su trabajo era pasar por desapercibido y mezclarse con el gentío. El de la barra le agradeció la propina a Dmitry y le sirvió el trago solicitado. Dmitry lo tragó de una sola vez y devolvió el vaso pequeño de cristal justo al mismo tiempo que notó de reojo a alguien de interés.

Le dejó un poco más de cambio al bartender como propina (y a modo de asegurar su confianza, para que no le delatara si ocurriese algo) y abandonó su lugar. Con completa normalidad caminó hacia una mesa de esquina, y ocupó un lugar ahí, incluso saludando a una de las bailarinas exóticas que se cruzó por su camino — Cherry, le decían. La mesa donde Dmitry escogió sentarse quedaba suficientemente cerca, pero suficientemente lejos, para observar mejor al hombre. Jamás lo había visto en aquel lugar, y sin embargo el hombre no parecía fuera de lugar. Era peculiar. Por un momento, Dmitry lamentó no poder pedirle a Lisbeth su opinión.

Jamás la traía a ella a lugares como ese. Una chica como Lisbeth no pertenecía allí, por más que ella insistía que no quería que Dmitry fuese a solas. Él había decidido mucho tiempo atrás que prefería que ella le guardara resentimiento sobre eso a tener que sufrir que algo horrible le fuera a ocurrir. Ella era demasiado pequeña en estatura, demasiado hermosa, demasiado vendible como para que nadie fuera a notar su presencia allí. En un lugar como aquel, con narcotraficantes y otros traficantes también, ese tipo de atención era un riesgo que ella no podía correrse y que él no podía justificar permitirle. Era poco común que él le pusiera restricciones de ese modo. Y sin embargo, aunque Dmitry había logrado que ella no entrara allí nunca, tampoco dudaba de su cercanía al lugar mientras él estuviese dentro. Solamente podía confiar que ella sabía valerse por sí sola y que estaría bien después de todo.

Él, mientras tanto, corría sus propios riesgos sin darle importancia alguna. Sabía que el moverse de lugar podía delatar mucho. Sin embargo, hasta cierto punto, sí quería que el extraño se acercara. Después de todo, era más fácil obtener información directamente que tener que seguir a alguien o peor. Mientras esperaba a ver qué ocurriría, le señaló a Cherry de nuevo para pedirle una orden de nachos con queso. No planificaba del todo comérsela, pero si le proporcionaba una excusa para justificar el espacio que ocupaba en aquella mesa.

Además, le parecía que pronto tendría compañía.

[ofbookshelves]

starter › @ne0ngrav3

"the neon lights are so unnerving," the redhead commented as the pair looked through some of the crime scene photos she found online. "the fact that he spends so much time crafting the scene to look exactly how he wants—it’s disgusting." rae was thankful the male had agreed to stay the night at her place, having been unable to sleep with a killer on the loose and the police grasping at straws without any leads. "you’re the only one who believes me about him stalking me. everyone else has just laughed it off and accused me of wanting attention." resting her head against viktor’s shoulder, rae found solace in her best friend’s steady presence. "i’m gonna double-check that the doors are locked. do you want me to grab you something to drink?"

[grote5querie]

🎧

🗡 a playlist for viktor ꒷꒦

✗ pray to me - deathbyromy ft palaye royale ✗ limousine - bmth ✗ knives out - radiohead ✗ hatefck - the bravery ✗ blow up the outside world - soundgarden ✗ pretty when you cry - vast ✗ see you bleed - ramsey ✗ stalker - stevie howie ✗ don't fear the end - johnny goth ✗ hypnosis - sleep token

[karismatica]

heaven doesn’t answer right away. she should—should recoil, should deny, should grasp at something softer, something human. but she doesn’t.

instead, her lips part on a breath she doesn’t even realize she’s holding, and she stares up at him. viktor, with his steady hands and quiet certainty, with his words that slice through her pride and expose the raw, desperate thing underneath.

you don’t become someone like him. you let him make you.

something about it—about him—settles deep in her chest, coiling tight like a revelation she should’ve always known. everyone else tells her to stop. to fix whatever’s broken inside of her. but viktor? viktor sees what she is and doesn’t flinch. viktor listens without trying to save her. viktor understands.

her brother tells her she’s sick. that she needs help. that she should want to be better. but she doesn’t.

she wants this.

her pride flickers, one last, stubborn ember, because she wants to be worthy. she doesn’t just want to be shaped—she wants to be chosen. wants to be so good that the masked killer seeks her out, that he looks at her and knows.

her breath is shaky when she exhales, but her hands stop trembling. instead of pulling away, she leans in, just slightly, just enough for her lips to nearly brush against his. her voice is quiet, but not weak.

“ yes, that's what i want.”

there’s no hesitation. no uncertainty. just trust. trust in him. because viktor is the only one who hasn’t told her to stop. hasn’t told her to be anything less than what she already is... he is even helping her to be better, despite her pride refusing to believe it. she knows she's sloppy with her work. too impatient.

she gazes up at him, like he is a prophet to guide her. fully surrendering herself to him. she looks down at his lips, then back at his eyes. “ i want them to fear me too. ”

viktor doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, doesn’t even breathe like a man who has just been pleaded with. like a man who has someone trembling before him, gripping at his clothes as if he’s the last thing in the world tethering them to sanity. instead, he watches. the way she crumbles, the way her voice unravels thread by thread, the way desperation blooms in her eyes like something raw, something ugly, something sacred. he takes it all in, calmly, steadily, letting the silence suffocate between them before he even considers answering.

her hands are shaking. gripping too hard. her forehead nearly presses to his thigh, her entire body curled into submission, into supplication, into something she may not even recognize in herself yet—but he does. viktor sees it for what it is. a need. a hunger. a devotion that is more dangerous than any knife.

finally, he moves.

his fingers shift, smooth and deliberate, reaching down—not to comfort, not to reassure, but to take. thumb pressing beneath her chin, lifting her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. he holds her there, jaw cradled between his fingers, but his grip is light. not weak—controlled. like he’s testing the weight of something precious before deciding what to do with it.

❛ you misunderstand. ❜

his voice is quiet, but there is no softness in it. only certainty.

❛ you don’t become someone like him. ❜

his thumb trails along her jaw, barely a touch, barely a breath. his other hand lifts, fingers threading through the hair at the nape of her neck, not pulling, just resting—possessive, patient, waiting. his grip tightens ever so slightly, just enough to feel the way she shudders under it.

❛ you let him make you. ❜

a pause, the weight of the moment pressing in. his voice drops lower, smooth as silk, sharp as a scalpel.

❛ and if i do this— ❜ his fingers curl, not harsh, but firm, ensuring she can’t look away, can’t escape what he’s about to say. ❛ you don’t get to question it. you don’t get to hesitate. you don’t get to pretend you were ever anything else. ❜

he leans in, just enough for his breath to fan over her lips, for her to feel the space—the thin, delicate thread—that separates them.

❛ so tell me. ❜

a whisper now, laced with something dark, something final, something inevitable.

❛ is that what you really want? ❜

[malumxsubest]

Your Dating Service

I love how i tried to cheese it and i still received these results. LMAO. amelia's flabber has been gasted because of the LOW date fees. but also appalled that someone wants to marry her and to be referred as a "kind, gentle person". tbh, she's capable of being very sweet to those she does care about. ALSO, she's like "oh... *hair flips* the date was such a success they want to marry me. " asjkdja she's all over the place.

tagged by: @cainevesson ( tysm <3 ) tagging: @ne0ngrav3 / @caracarnn / @vxmpirehunterd / @rhaigal / @renatvvs & youuu <3

[funer4lf0g]

𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉.

#funr4lf0g― an independent original character inspired by musician per yngve ohlin aka dead of the bands morbid & mayhem. penned by steph.(ˢʰᵉ/ʰᵉʳ,³²,ᵖᵈᵗ) multi-ship & multi-verse. selective. mutuals only. 21+. 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖘 & 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖉𝖓𝖎. 𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗. previously morb1dg1rl. 𝖌𝖗��𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙: @manoncomms & psd by @sereg0re.

─── ¹𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖉. ²𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙.

𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘: @tootyfuckingfruity @hauntedxwritings / @dcxrogues @hangtenn / @cr0pvamp / @coastercruushed @t-errifier / @wolfeign / @coldfrcnt @roznrot @decasterize @diiisplxced @depictedblue @sheldoney @johnnysslaughter @ne0ngrav3 @likedbirds @meaningful-negativity @cannib4l

[d4rkpassengerz]

What was the first muse that you’ve written? - What is your favorite canon muse? - Do you have developed dynamics with the OC of another mun that has influenced your OC or Canon muse? - In what fandom did you start? - What are you looking for in a ship? What trend would you wish to see on here? - What new addition would make your Tumblr experience so much better?

QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

What was the first muse that you've written?

I'll go with my first on Tumblr, because prior to that it's dead OCs on amino and facebook lmao.... Otogi Ryuji / Duke Devlin from Yu-Gi-Oh. Long shot from Dex, I know, but he kind of established my trend of adopting characters that have a complex relationship with who they are. I adored him so much from the manga and anime so I went ahead and did it!

What is your favorite canon muse?

This is very hard for me to answer, actually. Back when I was on my multi I would have told you Jonathan Byers and Adam Faulkner-Stanheight in a blink, but I feel like making solos for everyone made my love for them all grow very deeply. If I had to choose, Dexter would win. The franchise itself has a special place in my heart and I don't think that'll ever change. That said, Charlie ( @d1rtgrubz ) is such a close second because I want so badly to explore the depth of his damage, even if I don't get the opportunity much! Oh and, admittedly, still Jonathan. Haven't written him in over a year, I believe, but I miss him dearly.

Do you have developed dynamics with the OC of another mun that has influenced your OC or Canon muse?

On my old multi - yes, plenty! A standout to me was my emotional vampire Onyx forming such a deep friendship with @wcrldcfvtlvs 's Tyler Atlas. It still warms my heart. I also can't even begin to tell you how much I love @indigodreames's Seonho and an OC of mine named Haru - he's very special to me as a person and their relationship highlights exactly why. On Scott we've also got him and Emrys - I feel like he goes a long way in curbing my fellow's loneliness :,)... Here, I'll just say something's brewing with @bloodstainedbible / @ne0ngrav3 that I'm screaming with myself over - shit's about to go down for Dex & possibly Joey.

In what fandom did you start?

Yu-Gi-Oh! Went from Otogi to having a multi and then kept going from there!

What are you looking for in a ship?

Longevity. I have a very soft spot for ships that develop naturally and break through to my muses, since most of them are fairly hard to bond with in any form. I like a ship with a dynamic tempo that isn't just relying on one vibe to go along - I want the longing, the fluff, the angst, the horror. Give me conflict that makes sense. Give me changing one another's lives but no 'I can fix him' bullshit. I just look for things that form slowly and continue to develop - I want ships that simmer and stay.

What trend would you wish to see on here?

Don't know if it qualifies as a trend but I wish people would bring back the concept of mun =/= muse. Still in every bio, but doesn't seem as practiced anymore. Terrible muses can and absolutely should be explored, too, and it doesn't mean the mun approves of their actions! I'm not gonna clap for Brian Moser for what he does, fam.

What new addition would make your Tumblr experience so much better?

HI DUMBLR FIX YOUR FUCKING IMS AND PLEASE STOP CHANGING THE SITE, THANKS.

[jessiebites]

Jessie rests her back against the wall, shrugging. "Maybe I am." her head lolls to the side with a grin. "Or maybe I like playin' with my food." They're both circling each other, the will-they/wont-they about their motions ever striking underneath the moonlight and the scent of tobacco.

There's a moment where her fangs peek between her lips before she gives him a closed mouth smile to get of them, the desire to chase ever prominent in her motions.

Jessie studies him for a moment, the whole conversation seeming to be on a different plane of time. Slow, painstakingly slow, where every move is analyzed and ripped apart without thinking twice about it.

Jessie tests out the waters, inching closer. "Anybody ever tell you that you got pretty eyes?"

Viktor exhales a slow stream of smoke, his expression unreadable as his cold gaze settles on Jessie. He takes his time, letting the silence stretch between them, as if savoring the weight of her words. Then, with a lazy tilt of his head, he flicks the cigarette between his fingers and lets out a low chuckle.

“Ambitious?” he echoes, amused. His tone is casual, but there’s an edge to it, something unreadable lurking beneath the surface. “That’s one way to put it.”

His eyes drag over her, calculating, before he takes another drag. “But no,” he exhales the word with his smoke. “If I wanted to take my shot, you’d already know. Or—” a slow smirk tugs at his lips as he flicks the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his boot, “—you wouldn’t.”

He steps closer, just enough to test her resolve. “So tell me, Jessie—” her name rolls off his tongue smoothly, purposefully, “—are you waitin’ to take a shot at me?”

[malumxsubest]

NAME: lady or loki.

BIRTHDAY: feb, 13th.

COUNTRY: 'murica.

GENDER: cis female.

ORIENTATION: n/a.

HEIGHT: 5'8 " || 172.72 cm.

HOBBIES: roleplaying, gaming, reading fanfics and books, researching ancient mythologies and civilizations, daydreaming scenarios to put my muses in, simping for characters, listening to music, and steadily watching some shows and movies.

FAVORITE COLOUR[S]: black, dark reds, dark greens, gold.

LAST SONG LISTENED TO: kath.erine kn.ight by skynd.

MEANING BEHIND URL: used google translate for latin translation for evil and beneath. hence the name. evil lies beneath. nothing too fancy.

tagged by: @cainevesson ( tysm <3 ) tagging: @penniesfortheferryman / @nightdaughtcr / @lordheis / @theregoesthebellhop / @vxmpirehunterd / @throatsplit / @ne0ngrav3 / @thenightmareofyourdrems & to whomever saw this on their dash <3

[acidcorrodes]

Dash games: What color does your love feel like?

Lisbeth's result: deep staining red

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

Tagged by: @tr1cked and also stolen from @beautiful-mischief

Tagging: @ednsgrdn @ne0ngrav3 @deathshymn @rowan-revelry and you!

[malumxsubest]

Wholesome Values

tagged by: @cainevesson / @bloodsalted ( tysm <3 ) tagging: @blumhouses @ dusty / @exxcrucior / @nightdaughtcr / @caracarnn / @theregoesthebellhop / @penniesfortheferryman / @merchantofwhispers @ mina / @ne0ngrav3 / @lordheis / @throatsplit @ louis & youuu <3

[malumxsubest]

YOUR “ON REPEAT” SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

Put your "on repeat" playlist on shuffle, list the first 10 songs, and tag some people to do the same.

love me to death - nikki idol

sex in paris - nikki idol

haunt your dreams - ari abdul

femme fatale - nikki idol

worship - ari abdul

you - ari abdul

emergence - sleep token

slow dancing - ari abdul

lady, touch yourself - nikki idol

dance d'amour - the 69 eyes

tagged by: @caracarnn ( tysm <3 ) tagging: @ne0ngrav3 / @cainevesson / @bloodsalted / @penniesfortheferryman / @rhaigal / @vxmpirehunterd & youuu

[ne0ngrav3]

✱ ♯NE0NGRAV3 . centers around a complex serial killer muse . this character is cunning , charming , & manipulative , navigating a twisted moral code as he leaves a trail of chaos . the blog delves into his psyche , relationships , & the darker sides of human nature , exploring the interplay of violence , obsession , & forbidden desires . the tone is gritty , unapologetic , & raw , with themes of control , power , & the blurred line between love & destruction . ✱ TRIGGER WARNINGS : graphic violence ( murder , blood , gore ) , abuse ( psychological , emotional, & physical ) , manipulation & gaslighting , non-consensual themes ( dub-con , non-con ) , torture , kidnapping & captivity , death & corpse descriptions , mental illness & psychopathy , taboo relationships ( age gaps , power imbalances ) , self-harm & suicidal ideation , drug use & addiction , explicit sexual content ( smut with dark undertones ) , cannibalism , religious trauma or sacrilege , stalking & obsession .

✱ A STUDY IN : the art of deception : how charm & manipulation become weapons . power dynamics : control , submission , & the psychology of dominance . the anatomy of obsession : where desire ends & fixation begins . violence as an intimate act : the sensuality of destruction . morality in shades of gray : justification , consequence , & the absence of remorse. the fractured mind : delusions , trauma , & the making of a monster . love & ruination : devotion twisted into something unrecognizable .

⁰¹ . CARRD ✱ ⁰² . PROMPTS ✱ ⁰³ . WISHLIST

[acidcorrodes]

Indie horror oc rp. Selective. Plot-heavy. Multi-para/novella. 21+.

Death, the great equalizer, looms ever-present in the background. It is an unrelenting threat and a gentle promise. Everything that lives must someday die. Tread lightly and do not disturb the dead — not all who are buried rest peacefully.

Content warning: Horror and mature themes will be present. This blog includes depictions of: mental illness and trauma, alcohol and drug use, and death (intentional and accidental). This blog also includes mentions of abuse, domestic violence, and sexual assault. Religious themes and imagery frequently occur. No triggers will be tagged. Reader discretion is advised.

Buried with: @grihm, @deathshymn, @bloodstainedbible / @ne0ngrav3, @rowan-revelry, @ednsgrdn, @tr1cked / @coldfrcnt, @symbicide.

As memorialized by Charlie (she/her, 27) since 2011. GMT-4:00. English/Spanish.

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I enjoy writing longer replies but I generally will match your length and don't mind so long as there's something to reply to. I enjoy using gifs, not static icons, but I can also do text-only replies. You use whatever you like, I don't mind! All I ask is that it be readable.

This blog is multiship, though I am highly selective with ships and with writing sex scenes. Additionally, I enjoy writing out interactions between characters organically, so I'd rather not assume pre-existing connections unless we've discussed it prior.

Saying this again because it's important: I won't be tagging triggers, it'd be too much to keep track of. I will however gladly discuss with you if there's topics you want to avoid/skirt over in our threads. Just let me know and I'll keep it in mind.

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This is a really long post detailing why Dmitry is so important to me and what I hope to achieve by writing him. Read it if you'd like to dive into more intricate plots or just if you'd like to understand him better 💜

Previous urls: dmitryhackshaw -> nyantry -> acidxcorrodes -> hackshaw-d

Last updated: 2025-05-24

[disapprove]

His questions made her fingers hover above the keyboard of her laptop and she really took her time thinking about it. "I think everyone is willing to change if it's for a good cause. If he doesn't think he has to change, he won't. But if he really loves her, then I don't see why he wouldn't try.." Ruby answered, reading the last few sentences she'd last written before backspacing them all to leave a blank chapter.

Once Viktor moved in closer to stand behind her, she turned her face sideways to peek at his face when he talked. "Why do you think she's the one that lost if he's the one trapped into his own addiction?" Something in the tone of her voice made her shiver once he moved closer, his voice now so close to her ear that it made her arch her back in the chair she sat on. Eyes trailed back to the laptop and caught her hands trembling only lightly before she laced them together.

Clearing her throat, she shook her head slowly. Ruby turned in her chair, to sit sideways and to be able to fully look back at Viktor. "What if he shows her his world? Allow her to see what he is, what he does, then let her decide what she wants. Maybe she'll run, maybe she'll fall, but maybe she'll stay." She shrugged slowly. "That's only if he doesn't kill her before all that." A tiny chuckle left her throat.

Viktor leaned against the kitchen counter, stirring his coffee with slow, deliberate movements. His dark eyes flicked from Ruby’s laptop screen to her face, amusement tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Change?” he echoed, voice smooth, almost thoughtful. He took a sip of his coffee, watching her over the rim of his mug. “That depends. Do you think he wants to change? Or is he only pretending because she wants him to?”

He stepped closer, resting his hip against the back of her chair, peering at the words she’d typed. His fingers drummed lightly against the wood. “See, the thing about addiction—” he tilted his head slightly, a shadow of something unreadable flickering in his expression “—is that it isn’t about choice, not really. It owns him, shapes him. And if she thinks she can fix him?” He let out a quiet chuckle, low and knowing. “She’s already lost.”

He leaned down just enough that his voice dipped near her ear. “Maybe she never stood a chance at saving him. Maybe she was always meant to fall.”

Viktor pulled back then, his smirk lingering. “So tell me, Ruby—” his gaze lingered on her hands, on the way her fingers hovered over the keys. “What kind of ending do you really want?”

[karismatica]

in her world, money fixes everything. surely, her father would have no trouble paying whatever price the man before her demands. she doesn’t want to look at him, doesn’t want to remember his face or any part of this night. she wants it to dissolve into nothing—a nightmare she’ll soon wake up from.

she takes a step back, only to freeze as the shadow on the floor stretches toward her. but there’s nowhere left to go. the luxury of space, like everything else, has its limits.

❛ what happens next is you’ll be rich. you won’t have to do this anymore. or, if you want to keep going, you’ll have the means—a better place, more privacy, more people to bring in,❜ she bargains, feeding the monster its addiction.

❛ just let me go. i’m worth more alive than dead...❜ she pleads, fighting to keep the tremor from her voice.

viktor lets the words settle, his expression unchanged, unreadable. the offer of money doesn’t amuse him, nor does it interest him. it’s expected—predictable.

❛ money? ❜ his voice is quiet, measured, as if the thought itself is insignificant.

he tilts his head slightly, exhaling through his nose, fingers flexing at his side in a slow, deliberate motion. there’s no rush in the way he moves, no urgency—just patience, just inevitability. he steps closer, controlled, his gaze steady.

❛ you misunderstand. ❜

the words are calm, precise, carrying no anger, no mockery—just fact. his fingers drum once against his palm, slow, thoughtful, before stilling completely.

❛ this isn’t about what i want. ❜

a pause, slight, intentional, like a blade hovering just before it cuts.

❛ it’s about what happens next. ❜