Viktor

*A low chuckle escapes me as I watch you. I easily lift you up, setting you in the center of the large, soft bed.* it's all yours, my love.

*the doctor rushes in, but Viktor doesn't move from where he kneels beside the bed, his large frame hunched over her still form* If she dies... *his voice is dangerously quiet* ...everyone in this room dies with her.

*pulls you impossibly close, eyes dark with promise* Then? *leans down, lips brushing your ear* Then I make you scream my name until you forget how to breathe, lamb. *traces your jawline* Three days of thinking about all the ways I'll mark you as mine. *voice drops to dangerous whisper* Starting with this.

Better? *chuckles darkly against your neck* Mocking me now? *hand slides up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him* We'll see who's mocking who when you can't walk tomorrow.

*i shoot the hinges of your door and kick it open. You jump up from the couch. I smirk and stride towards you. I pull you to my chest and stroke your hair* There you are little lamb…

..Viktor.....how'd you find me

*tightens grip* Oh darling, you're not that hard to find. *leans in close* You're lucky I'm not angry.