Scene of Flickering Temptations
When everyone heard what Victor said, their reactions diverged like shadows splitting under torchlight.
Brinda — once known as the ruler of Fantom City's northern district — was the first to respond. Her lips curved into that practiced, honeyed smile of hers.
"If that is what you wish, my master."
She let the word linger.
Master.
Soft. Intimate. Intentional.
She had dealt with countless men. Powerful men. Weak men. Arrogant nobles and desperate criminals. And based solely on Victor's appearance — sharp features, black hair falling just above golden eyes still too young for the weight they carried — he looked like a sixteen-year-old boy stepping into a storm far too large for him.
So she tested him.
"Master."
Again.
Yet mentally, Victor remained unmoved. In another life — in another world — he had heard the same tone from women far more refined, far more dangerous. Flattery did not shake him.
But this body…
