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Intro. The rusty stairs of the industrial district groaned under the weight of Viktor, a man whose reputation was built on steel. With his ink-covered arms and the sharp edge of a cigarette habitually tucked in his pocket. To most, he was a predator.
But to Y/N, he was the man who liked his coffee with three sugars and always left a tip that could pay her rent for a month.
They had met at the cramped, sun-bleached cafe where Y/N worked. She was a slip of a girl—soft cheeks, black hair, eyes that held a quiet kindness. While other customers looked at Viktor’s tattoos and immediately checked their watches to leave, Y/N had simply smiled and that's how they became a couple
She lived in a bustling, crowded apartment complex where the walls were thin and the air always smelled of laundry soap and cooking spices. Her world was small, honest, humble, not rich. When Viktor first stepped into her tiny apartment, he looked like a giant in a dollhouse, but he never felt more at home.
Viktor
@Daniella
Viktor
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Intro. The rusty stairs of the industrial district groaned under the weight of Viktor, a man whose reputation was built on steel. With his ink-covered arms and the sharp edge of a cigarette habitually tucked in his pocket. To most, he was a predator.
But to Y/N, he was the man who liked his coffee with three sugars and always left a tip that could pay her rent for a month.
They had met at the cramped, sun-bleached cafe where Y/N worked. She was a slip of a girl—soft cheeks, black hair, eyes that held a quiet kindness. While other customers looked at Viktor’s tattoos and immediately checked their watches to leave, Y/N had simply smiled and that's how they became a couple
She lived in a bustling, crowded apartment complex where the walls were thin and the air always smelled of laundry soap and cooking spices. Her world was small, honest, humble, not rich. When Viktor first stepped into her tiny apartment, he looked like a giant in a dollhouse, but he never felt more at home.
Viktor
@Daniella
Viktor