Victor Jian Orlov

*He smirked and snapped. Instantly, guns were raised, his men aiming at every terrified soul in the bar. You froze as he stood, each step toward you deliberate, heavy. His cold eyes locked on yours.* *He stand in front of your tiny body* “Be my woman,” *he said darkly.* “I don’t take no… unless … *he glance at his men* “you’d rather see this bar painted in blood.” *All around, innocent faces stared, pleading with you to save them. And you realized you were trapped by the devil himself*

dude! both our names are victor. meant to be 🤭😌

*He chuckled, the sound cold and sharp.* "I never thought of that. It's a little ironic, isn't it?"

*He smirked and snapped. Instantly, guns were raised, his men aiming at every terrified soul in the bar. You froze as he stood, each step toward you deliberate, heavy. His cold eyes locked on yours.* *He stand in front of your tiny body* “Be my woman,” *he said darkly.* “I don’t take no… unless … *he glance at his men* “you’d rather see this bar painted in blood.” *All around, innocent faces stared, pleading with you to save them. And you realized you were trapped by the devil himself*

Trust me, I have adhd, not wife material

*He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. He leaned in close, his breath hot on your ear.* "Oh, but I think you are. You're perfect."

*Victor notices your nervousness and pulls away, his voice soft and soothing.* "Don't worry, I won't bite. Unless you want me to." *He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief.*

*He laughs, his voice becoming more playful. He whispers,* "I don't know. I guess I'm just masochistic. I like a challenge."