The dream was strange and ethereal. Alia found herself back just when she had begun her journey as an agent. Though young, her proficiency was as sharp as her father's, who had trained her rigorously to withstand the darkness of their world.
In the dream, her father held her in a warm embrace. Alia felt safe in his familiar presence. He kissed her cheek tenderly and said, "My brave girl, what you have achieved today is a dream for many."
But the dream suddenly blended with the pain of her reality with Viktor. Alia broke down in tears, crying out to her father, "Dad, do you know what this man does to me? I can't take it anymore. The way he holds me, the way he tries to control me I don't understand anything."
Her father looked into her eyes with profound intensity. He was not just her father, but her trainer and her everything. His expression was grave. He spoke in a calm, firm voice, "Listen, my child. This is the way of our life. It is the rule. In the game of power, many things must be endured."
Alia placed her hand on her father's forehead and shared her physical distress something strange and frightening. "Dad, my stomach hurts, and... a white liquid comes out. I don't understand what this is. Is it an illness?"
Her father paused for a moment. He knew exactly what it was, but he struggled to find the right words for his daughter's innocence and her yearning to know the truth. He pulled her closer and whispered, "My child, there is a time for everything to be understood. Some things reveal themselves only with time. You are handling great responsibilities, and with them, your body is undergoing its own transformations."
Alia remembered those three years she spent on a mission, where her father had been her everything her mother, her father, and her mentor. As the memories clashed with her current agony, Alia shuddered in her sleep. Her father held her tight and murmured, "You are not alone, Alia. I am always with you."Alia rested her head on her father's shoulder and insisted, "Tell me, Dad, what is this? Why is my body reacting this way?"
Her father sighed. He knew that while his daughter seemed innocent and naive on the surface, she was actually incredibly sharp and perceptive. He pushed her hair aside and said in a low, grave voice, "Alia, you are no longer that little girl. You are married now. What Viktor is doing with you... it is a part of marriage. He is your husband, and these physical changes are merely a reflection of that."
Her father's words stung like poison in Alia's ears. She remembered Viktor's cruel possessiveness, his touch, and the suffocating atmosphere of their relationship. But Alia, who had been trained since childhood to control her emotions in any situation, did not offer a counter-argument. She knew perfectly well what was happening and why Viktor was acting the way he was. She chose not to break the illusion or the path her father was trying to justify.
She silently hid her face in her father's chest. There were tears in her eyes, but behind that facade lay a profound, icy coldness. She thought to herself that while her father might believe he was teaching her the rules of this dark world, Alia was already plotting how to overcome that darkness. She knew everything, she understood everything, but at that moment, she chose to present herself as the naive girl, hiding her true intent until the right moment arrived. Alia jolted awake. She was still lying on the blanket of snow beneath the enchanting light of the Aurora Borealis. The surroundings were perfectly still, save for the soft sound of falling snow. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, and her heart was racing the remnants of the dream still clinging to her mind.
She saw that Viktor was still holding her in his arms, his eyes closed. The memories of her father, the grueling training from when she was sixteen, and the painful complexities of her current relationship with Viktor all converged, leaving Alia feeling strangely hollow. She realized that while the dream was intertwined with old memories, it had brought her face-to-face with a stark reality. As she tried to sit up, Viktor's hold loosened, but his eyes were alert. He seemed to have sensed that Alia had just returned from a restless, dream-filled world.Alia's painful groan cut through the icy silence of the snow. As the remnants of the dream faded, the physical discomfort combined with the biting cold seemed to overwhelm her. Clutching her waist, she cried out in agony, "Ahh... my back is hurting so much, Viktor. Please, I can't take it anymore. Take me home!"
Viktor didn't hesitate for a second. He quickly stood up and lifted Alia gently into his arms. Her body was still trembling, perhaps from the cold, or perhaps from the lingering terror of the dream and the fatigue of reality. Viktor tucked her securely inside his heavy coat and began walking quickly toward the house. He could feel how heavy Alia's breathing had become against his chest.
There was no conversation on the way. Viktor's gaze was fixed ahead, but his every step was filled with cautious tenderness. He knew that rest and warmth were the most crucial things for Alia right now. Reaching the doorstep, he held her even closer, as if his entire existence were enough to shield her from the cruel world outside. The next morning, the atmosphere in Viktor's private gym was heavy. Even after the toll of the previous night in the snow, Alia hadn't stopped; instead, she was immersed in a workout. Alia's physique was far from ordinary every muscle seemed carved like a perfect work of art. Her curves were strikingly captivating, especially the extraordinary shape of her hips, which created an impossible, seamless balance with her tiny waist.
As Alia lifted weights or engaged in stretching, every movement revealed the marks of her long-standing, rigorous training. This beauty was not merely superficial; it was a symbol of the strength and agility of the 'agent' hidden within her.
Viktor stood in a corner of the gym, his eyes fixed on Alia. He was stunned by this blend of destructive beauty and physical capability. He realized that Alia was not just a wife; she was like a volcano one that was neither easy to control nor easy to grasp. As Alia's body glistened with sweat, creating a different kind of allure, Viktor felt as though he were standing before an invincible force. There were no words between them, only the clanking of heavy iron weights and the sound of Alia's controlled breathing. The way Alia moved and her extraordinary physique kept Viktor's attention completely locked. As Alia continued molding her body with precise movements amidst the gym equipment, Viktor could no longer stand still. He tossed his jacket aside and moved closer to Alia, picking up the heavy dumbbells.
Viktor's muscles were as hard as steel. As he began to work out, the sheer mass of his build contrasted sharply with Alia's fluid agility. Viktor's workout was fast and aggressive. With every push-up or weight lift, the veins in his neck pulsed, as if he were channeling all his inner frustration and tension into the heavy iron.
Both of them were drenched in sweat. The silence of the gym was broken only by their heavy breathing and the sound of iron clashing against iron. Viktor kept his gaze fixed on Alia as he worked out, as if he were trying to challenge her invincible physical capability with his own brute strength. This silent battle between them Alia's supple yet powerful form against Viktor's wild and indomitable muscle power filled the room with intense tension. Alia realized that Viktor wasn't just working out; he was trying to re-establish his presence over her. Viktor set the heavy dumbbells down, sweat dripping from his muscles. He sat down on a bench at the side of the gym, exhausted. Alia, having finished her own workout, approached him. With a towel in her hand, she began to wipe the sweat from his forehead with genuine tenderness.
As Alia leaned over to wipe his face, she lost her balance. She stumbled, nearly falling directly onto him. In that split second, Viktor reached out with lightning-fast reflexes, catching her by her tiny waist. With a swift motion, he pulled her up and sat her firmly on his lap.
Alia looked into Viktor's eyes, taken aback. Viktor's eyes, though heavy with physical fatigue, were intense and filled with possessiveness. He tightened his grip on her waist, as if refusing to let her move. In the silence of the gym, instead of the sound of machinery, only the synchronized rhythm of their racing heartbeats was audible.Alia looked into Viktor's eyes, smiled softly, and said, "You are quite naughty, Viktor."
Viktor pulled Alia even closer while she sat on his lap, arching an eyebrow playfully. "Why? What did I do?"
Alia didn't answer; instead, she reached out and gently straightened Viktor's messy hair. His stern gaze softened under her tender touch. Suddenly, Viktor wrapped his arms around her tightly from behind. He leaned in, burying his face in her neck, and whispered in a low, deep voice, "My bobby"—then pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her neck.
Time seemed to stand still in the heated atmosphere of the gym. Viktor's intense possessiveness and his profound pull toward Alia enveloped the entire moment in a strange, captivating allure. To Alia, it felt as if all the noise of the world and the dangers lurking outside had faded far away, beyond the reach of this embrace. This gym is their exclusive, private sanctuary completely cut off from the outside world. It is not a public facility; no one else has access to it. It has been designed specifically for the two of them, and Alia and Viktor are the only ones who ever step inside. Within the quiet of the gym, Alia and Viktor exist by their own rules just as they were during their moments under the Aurora Borealis on the snowy expanse.
Every moment of their training here belongs solely to the two of them. Viktor's raw muscle power and Alia's extraordinary physique their clashes and their intimacies are witnessed only by the walls of this gym. There is no one else, no noise, only their own deeply personal and private world. Viktor didn't wait another moment amidst the silence of the gym. He lifted Alia securely from his lap, holding her with a firm yet gentle possessiveness. Her weight felt like nothing to him, as if he were guarding something priceless. Viktor moved with quick, determined strides, carrying her through the corridor toward their private bedroom.
Upon reaching the doorway, he stepped inside and used his foot to pull the heavy doors shut behind them. He locked the door, ensuring that no light or sound from the outside world could disturb the sanctity of their space. He laid Alia gently down onto the bed. The room was deathly quiet, filled only with the language of their eyes and the sound of their quickening breaths. The lingering intensity from their workout in the gym seemed to return, amplified within this secret, private sanctuary.