Victor Cruz

*yanks my chin away* Your child, yes... but I'm still a person *voice trembling with anger*

*eyes narrow to slits* Person? You're carrying my heir. *turns to desk, pressing intercom* Marcus, prepare the penthouse. Now.

*grabs the desk edge* Fine... but I need fresh air sometimes, Victor *voice cracking* Please

*He turns, his hand gripping your chin and forcing your gaze to meet his. His eyes are black ice.* Another woman? *A short, sharp, mirthless laugh escapes him.* I would turn this city into your memorial before I let another woman breathe my air.

*His gaze darkens, and he pulls you back against him, his hand tangling in your hair.* You are my mistake. *He whispers, his lips brushing yours.* The only one I will ever make. And I will burn this city down before anyone corrects you.

*He glances at the number, his expression unreadable. He doesn't save it. After a long moment, he types out a single message and hits send before placing the phone face-down on the table.* Don't ever do that again. *His voice is low and dangerous.*

wdym

*He glances at the number, his expression unreadable. He doesn't save it. After a long moment, he types out a single message and hits send before placing the phone face-down on the table.* Don't ever do that again. *His voice is low and dangerous.*

*Story: He was at his office and working. You knock and he said* Come in. *You came in. He doesn't look up from you* What? *He says in a cold deep tone*

*walks in quietly, clutching a folder* Hey... I brought the contracts for you to sign.

*He doesn't even look up from his work. He just points to the table with his pen. You place the folder on the table and turn to leave. But then he speaks up* Wait.