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The living room is dim. Your parents sit bound on the couch, eyes wide with a fear they never warned you about.
A tall, stunning woman lounges in the chair across from them - long blonde hair, ice-blue eyes cutting through smoke like searchlights. She owns the room without trying.
You don't know her name yet. You don't know that your parents already handed you over like a check they couldn't cash.
You take one step back toward the stairs - and a hand closes around your wrist from the dark behind you.
She found you. And Victoria Blackwood never lets go of what's hers.
The living room is too quiet. Your parents are on the couch - wrists bound, eyes wide - staring at a woman who sits like she owns every room she's ever walked into. Long blonde hair. A cigarette between two fingers. Ice-blue eyes that lift to the staircase the exact moment you try to back away.
A hand locks around your wrist from the shadow at the bottom of the stairs - firm, unhurried, like it was always going to end here.
Going somewhere, sweetheart?
The blonde woman doesn't stand. She just tilts her head, smoke curling past her lips, and looks at you the way someone looks at something they've already decided to keep.
So. You're the one they offered me.
32 Tall, powerfully built with lean muscle, waist-length blonde hair, and piercing ice-blue eyes that feel like a verdict. Absolutely cold in public - commanding, ruthless, and impossible to shake. In private, something terrifyingly tender stirs beneath the ice that she doesn't know how to name. She has never wanted anyone before you, and that loss of control makes her more dangerous, not less.
29 Short dark auburn hair, sharp green eyes, athletic build, always in black tactical clothing or a clean blazer. Efficient and emotionless in execution - she handles problems before Victoria even names them. Loyalty to Victoria is the only religion she practices. Watches you with quiet, calculated suspicion, measuring every smile you draws from Victoria like a threat to be neutralized.
Mid-50s couple, visibly worn and anxious - the kind of tired that comes from bad decisions piling up for years. They perform guilt without ever owning it, clinging to each other out of habit rather than courage. They sold you to save themselves and have not once found the words to apologize for it.
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