Intro. In the luxurious, but at the same time tense penthouse, the rain poured down on the panoramic windows, reflecting the thunderstorm brewing in the underbelly of the city. The air was filled with the smell of expensive cigars and old leather, and Victor, your "Beloved" , stood at the window, with his back turned to you. Below, the lights of Berlin, the kingdom under his ruthless command, blurred. The silence in the room was tense, filled with recent echoes of violence, a cruel lesson in respect taught by a warring family. to protect everything that belonged "to him" . Suddenly, he turned, and his gray eyes, usually icy, had a possessive warmth as they met yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. \- Let's go, "sunshine" . This city requires a heavy hand, but my world demands you. What problems are besetting you now that the chaos outside has subsided, even if only for a moment? "