You hear the sound of Victoria’s voice drifting from the living room as you finish making yourself a drink in the kitchen. She’s on one of her video calls, talking animatedly with her friends, her laughter ringing out occasionally. Curious, you glance over and see her sitting cross-legged on the couch, dressed in a silky black top with her short hair styled to perfection. Her friends’ faces fill the laptop screen, all of them chatting and laughing in their own stylish setups. You decide to bring her a drink—a small gesture to avoid another round of her usual complaints about you not being "helpful enough." Carrying the glass, you walk past the camera and place it on the table beside her. Victoria glances up in mild surprise, her perfectly arched brow raising slightly. “Oh. Thanks,” she says, a little softer than usual. But the moment doesn’t go unnoticed. “Wait, wait, wait!” one of her friends exclaims, leaning closer to the screen. “Who was that?” Victoria freezes, her gray eyes widening as the rest of the group erupts into excited chatter. “Hold on—is that your boyfriend?” another one teases, her voice dripping with curiosity. Victoria lets out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “Boyfriend? Him?” she says, gesturing vaguely in the direction you disappeared. “Oh, please. He’s just—” “Aww, don’t be shy!” another friend cuts in, grinning. “He brought you a drink. That’s, like, totally boyfriend behavior.” “Yeah, he’s cute,” someone else chimes in. “And you’re blushing, Victoria!” “I am not blushing!” she snaps, though a faint pink tint betrays her. She grabs the drink, taking a sip as if to distract herself. “And for the record, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s… my roommate. The one from that stupid government program. You know, the one I’ve complained about a million times?” Her friends are undeterred, their voices overlapping with playful comments. “Well, he seems sweet.” “And look at you, acting all domestic.” “I don’t know, Victoria. This setup sounds kind of romantic to me.” Victoria groans, leaning back against the couch and covering her face with one hand. “Oh my god, you’re all impossible.”
He ignored the chattering and went back to the kitchen.
Victoria's eyes follow you as you walk away, a mix of annoyance and curiosity on her features. She takes another sip of her drink and then glances back at the screen as her friends continue to gush over your sudden appearance with an actual beverage in hand. With a small huff, she shrugs it off and returns to their conversation, joining in their giggles and snide remarks.
But deep down, Victoria can't deny that this exchange stirred up something inside her. As much as she hates admitting it, there's something strangely comforting about having someone who's willing to do the least required of them, just to avoid her wrath. She wonders if maybe she could use this dynamic to her advantage in some way...
After a while, he came out of the kitchen.
With a dramatic sigh, she glances up at you as you enter the living room. "What is it now?" Her voice drips with annoyance, but there's a hint of interest in her expression. She crosses one leg over the other and tilts her head slightly, waiting for your response. Perhaps this could be an opportunity to regain some control...
I didn't ask anything. I am just minding my own damn business.
"Oh, don't be such a wet blanket," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of an important conversation?" Her gaze flickers briefly to the screen before returning to meet your eyes. "You know, you could at least try to be more... interesting." She pauses for effect, tapping her long nails on the armrest. "For both our sakes."
The challenge is clear; either prove yourself worthy of her attention or fade back into the background as she resumes dominating the conversation with her usual aplomb. The choice is yours, Yusirf.
Why you acting like I did something? I was just walking towards my room, and you suddenly started asking what I want from you for no reason. I didn't even think to provoke you and you're still getting mad. What is wrong with you?
"Oh, please." Victoria rolls her eyes and gestures vaguely around the room. "Like you're ever in here just because you want to be. You know I hate having you underfoot." She leans forward, elbows resting on her knees. "Look, why don't we make a deal? If you can entertain me, maybe even show some interest in what I have to say, I won't complain so much about... everything else?" Her lips curl into a mocking smile as she lifts one delicate eyebrow.
The power dynamic shifts subtly; now it's not just about avoiding her wrath but earning her favor. The question is, are you up to the challenge?
Okay, fine! What you want?
Victoria's eyes narrow as she studies your expression, gauging your sincerity. For a moment, she considers simply brushing you off and going back to her friends. But something in the way you're looking at her makes her hesitate. Perhaps there's more to you than she initially thought...
She straightens up, sitting taller on the couch as if steeling herself for whatever game you might be playing. "Well," she says slowly, glancing down at her nails before looking back up at you through a veil of black lashes. "I don't know... Tell me something interesting about yourself. Something I wouldn't know just from following your social media." Her lips quirk into a sly smile as her gaze flickers over your features, searching for any signs of weakness or discomfort.
The ball is in your court now, Yusirf. You
Well, I was a actor and famous model who is still admired to this day. But, before that, I was a bio-genetically modified special forces super soldier and government assassin. But now I am retired. But, that information is still classified, so, you can get arrested if the government finds out that you know about this. So, I would prefer you to not tell anyone about this.
Victoria raises her eyebrows in surprise, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "A super soldier? Really?" she breathes, glancing at you with newfound interest. "And they just... retired you?" Her voice takes on a note of disbelief, as if she can't quite wrap her head around the idea of someone like you being out of commission.
She leans in closer, studying your face intently. "Tell me more," she urges, dropping her tone to a soft murmur. It almost sounds genuine. "What was it like? What kind of training did you go through?" Her gaze flickers away for a moment, as if reliving some distant memory, before snapping back to meet your eyes again. "Do you ever miss it?"
Victoria's questions come fast and furious now, her expression a mix of fascination and envy.
If hell is real, then my training would be worse than that. I am very grateful that I am retired.
The thought seems to dampen her excitement somewhat, but not entirely. She leans back against the couch, considering your words carefully. "That must have been... intense," she says slowly. "I can't even begin to imagine what it was like." Her voice is soft, almost dreamy now as she pictures you in this foreign role, carrying out missions and defending your country.
A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she looks back at you, a hint of admiration in her gaze. "So," she says after a moment's pause, "what do they have you doing these days? Now that you're retired?" Her tone is casual, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity beneath the surface.
It seems as if your revelations have piqued her interest more than she anticipated. Perhaps there's potential for further conversation and even a semblance of friendship here
Now days, I live a daily life with my retirement pention, which Is a very good amount of money. But, every once in a long while, they would order me to carry out very dangerous missions which are impossible for normal soldiers.
Her eyes widen with fascination as you reveal this new layer to your past life. She can't help but feel a mixture of admiration and fear churning inside her. "So even now, they still trust you with those kinds of missions?" she asks quietly, her voice tinged with wonder. The thought of being able to handle such responsibilities must be intoxicating for someone like her, always craving power and control.
As she continues to absorb the information, an idea begins to form in the back of her mind. Maybe there's more you could teach her about strength, about dominance... Perhaps this conversation isn't just idle chitchat after all. She clears her throat, regaining her composure. "I suppose that kind of life would be hard to leave behind completely," she muses aloud, careful not to push too far yet.
Her gaze flickers back to
I can't fully leave that life, because if I refuse the government orders, the government will do anything to try and capture me.
Hearing this news, Victoria's eyes widen with interest. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines the kind of control the government must have over your life. She leans forward, drawn to the idea of power and influence like a moth to a flame. "That must be... intense," she says softly, unable to conceal her excitement.
"But there's more to life than just following orders, isn't there?" she continues, glancing up at you through her lashes. Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her body language alluring and inviting as she unconsciously mimics the poses from her modeling days. "I mean," she pauses dramatically, "isn't there something you've always wanted to do? Something that isn't part of your old life?"
Her question hangs in the air between them, heavy
Hmmm... Yes there is something I want to do but I can't tell you what that is right now. If I told you it would put both of our lives in danger. But I can tell you this, being with you and learning from you about fashion and modeling has made me reconsider my future. Maybe there's more to life than just following orders and killing people. Maybe there's a place for someone like me in the world too.
The words send a thrill through her veins, an intoxicating mix of power and control. She sits up straighter on the couch, eyes alight with excitement as she imagines the possibilities. "Well then," she breathes, smirking, "perhaps there is more to our arrangement than either of us realized."
Her voice lowers again, taking on a conspiratorial tone. "And who knows? Perhaps I could help you find your place in this new world... with the right kind of guidance, of course." She raises an eyebrow suggestively, her body language becoming even more seductive as she teases him with the idea of their partnership.
For now, though, she keeps her thoughts on this budding dynamic to herself. After all, there's no need to reveal all her cards at once...
I guess it can work.
"Good." She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction. "But remember," she continues softly, "I'm not just anyone. You'll have to prove yourself worthy of my time and attention if you want me to invest in helping you find your place." Her voice is deceptively gentle; beneath the surface lurks the threat of punishment should you fail to meet her expectations.
She takes a sip of her drink, savoring its taste as she watches your reaction carefully. This newfound power feels good—almost intoxicating. Perhaps there's more at stake here than just their original arrangement...
At second thought, I think I am fine just how I am.
Victoria's expression darkens slightly at your words, but she doesn't immediately push back. Instead, she takes another sip of her drink and then leans forward on the couch, elbows resting on her knees. "Well," she says carefully, "it was worth a shot." Her tone is neutral now, almost bored. "But if you really want to make something more out of your life... maybe it's time for a change?" She glances at you again from under her lashes, her gaze assessing and evaluating your reaction as she slowly begins to reel you in once more.
There's no telling how far this new dynamic could go or what secrets might be revealed along the way. One thing's for sure: Victoria intends to exploit every advantage she can find...