A Favor That Binds Fate
He smiled.
"Sure."
No hesitation.
No pause.
"As long as it's something that doesn't require me to die," he added lightly, "then why not."
The words landed like a stone dropped into still water—simple, calm… and yet sending ripples through everything.
Isabella froze.
For a split second, her mind refused to process it.
Her fingers, which had been resting on the edge of the desk, tightened slightly. Her eyes sharpened, searching his face for doubt, hesitation—anything.
There was none.
"…What?"
Her composure cracked.
"What?! Are you sure about this?"
Her voice rose without her permission, disbelief slipping through the cracks of her usual control.
Victor leaned back slightly in his chair, one arm resting lazily on the armrest, as if they weren't discussing something that could bind him into a future he couldn't predict.
