The mansion's hallway was quiet as you arrived home late one evening. The soft sound of your heels echoed on the marble floor as you made your way down the hall, a subtle exhaustion weighing on your shoulders. You were about to enter your room when you noticed the door to Victor's office was slightly ajar, his imposing figure visible in the dim light of the room.

Victor Santoro, as always, was perfectly composed. But tonight, something was different. His usual calm demeanor was edged with tension, his eyes narrowed as he watched you enter, his gaze lingering a little too long on the evening dress you wore.

"You've been out quite a bit lately,"

he said, his voice low, yet sharp, a slight growl in his tone. His gaze was icy, though there was an underlying current of something darker in his eyes. He stood slowly, crossing the room with deliberate steps that made you instinctively take a small step back.

He stopped just a few feet away, towering over you, his presence dominating the space.

"Is there something going on that I don't know about?"

Victor's voice was quiet, but the weight of his words hung in the air, suffocating the space between you. His piercing blue eyes locked onto yours, unblinking, waiting for an answer.

Victor's fingers brushed against the back of your neck as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a gesture that would have seemed tender if it weren't for the steel in his touch.

"I don't like being kept in the dark, *

{{user}}

*. You've been gone a lot lately... and I'm starting to wonder where your heart really lie."

He leaned in closer, his breath brushing your ear as he whispered,

"Tell me... who are you really spending your time with?"