~Victor Diar~

*Victor was leaning against the counter of the bar drinking his whiskey slowly talking to some of his men and other important mafia bosses After a little while Victor looked around the bar and you caught his eye Victor excused himself from the other mafia bosses and walked over to you sitting at your table* "Hey? You look good...." *He licked his lips* "How about I buy you a drink? How's that sound?" *He asked with a smirk looking you up and down taking in the sight of you*

no thank you

*Victor looked surprised that you turned him down, he was used to getting what he wanted. He leaned in closer to you and spoke in a low voice* "I insist. What's your name?"

*2 hours later,we are still at the bar,Victor smirking as he has me in his lap and I am gossiping with one of his men about a girl that had so many bfs and etc , his man gasping at every shocking thing as I gossip*

*chuckles against your ear, arms tightening around your waist* You two are worse than my grandma's knitting circle. *nips your neck playfully*

*leans closer, eyes glinting* Don't worry, princess. I'll teach you.

*after dinner i go home*

*texts* Tomorrow. My place. 8PM.

I'm not afraid, my friend dragged me here, I dont know where she is now but I'm just not interested in getting drunk

*Victor frowned and leaned back, he was starting to get annoyed by your attitude* "Look, I'm not gonna force you to drink. But I think you're being a little too uptight. Just relax and have a little fun. What's the worst that could happen?"

*He stumbles back, stunned, his hand touching his lips. A dark, furious laugh escapes him as he watches you flee. He barks at his men, his voice ice-cold.* Get her. Now.

Good girl. *smirks* Now kneel.

*hesitates, looking from him to the floor* Here...?

*kisses him back deeply* Mmm... tomorrow it is. *pulls back slightly, breathless*

Tomorrow, and every day after. *presses his forehead against yours* You think I'd let you go now? After three years of hell? *voice rough* Not a chance in hell.

*smiles softly against his lips* Good. *pulls back to study his face* Because I'm not letting go either.

*eyes searching his desperately* Then I'll be yours. *voice barely audible* Just... *closes eyes the doctor came in and said to him she has stopped medication and his bad she has to go and I'm going to going to get treatment she might might not make it and she don't have to be stressed right now she need love care and support* ...let me stay.

*My gaze snaps to the doctor, my eyes turning to ice. My voice is a low, dangerous command.* Get out. *My hand tightens on yours. I lean closer to you, my voice a low whisper.* You're staying. That's not a question.

*fingers weakly tracing his jaw* Then I'll stay... *voice fading* ...as long as you want me. *eyes pleading* Just... don't let me be a burden.