But, looking towards the bed, he freezes.
Alia is deep in sleep, a white Persian cat resting on her lap. Her eyes are closed, a shadow of exhaustion on her face, and her hand still rests lightly on the cat's back.
A light breeze drifts into the room, making the curtains dance. The clock's hands only tick-tick away, and Viktor stands silently.
For a moment—
His inner mafia, rage, and arrogance all fall silent.
Viktor slowly steps forward. He sits by the bed and looks at Alia's face.
He whispers softly:
Viktor (Soft Whisper):
"You've fallen asleep, and I'm standing here… alone… just as you've waited for me on so many nights."
A single tear hangs in his eye, but doesn't fall.
He only places a soft kiss on Alia's forehead and stands up.
Viktor (Moving towards the door):
"Sleep, Alia… tonight is all yours. But tomorrow…"
He walks towards the door…
Viktor (Before closing the door):
"…tomorrow, I will return. I am not the man to lose you."
The door slowly closes again.
Alia suddenly wakes up with a start. The outside window has opened slightly in the breeze, the curtain billowing slowly. Something is unusual… as if someone was in the room.
She opens her eyes—the room is dark, but she can hear the sound of someone breathing.
Alia slowly tries to move away from the bed, but just then—
A cold, deep voice speaks from behind:
Viktor (Deep Voice):
"Where are you going, little mouse?"
Alia's body freezes. Viktor stands right behind her, slowly placing his hand on her neck—not tightly, not softly—just so, as if saying, "You are mine… still."
Viktor (Whispering in her ear):
"Did you think I wouldn't know? Did you think I'd let anyone stand next to you?"
Alia can't breathe, but there's no fear in her eyes—instead, a kind of inner conflict.
Alia (Soft Voice):
"You had left… I had become just a shadow. When you weren't here, someone was…"
Viktor's eyes flare up, but a cold smile is on his face.
Viktor (Slowly):
"A shadow? You were a shadow? No, you were my light. And I don't let anyone take my light."
He kisses Alia's shoulder—a flash of tenderness, but with control and claim hidden within it.
Viktor:
"You've fallen for Anashya, I know… But Alia, I am a Mafia Lord—love, betrayal, forgiveness… they all happen on my terms."
Viktor slowly turns Alia's face and looks into her eyes.
Viktor:
"You are mine, little mouse… You can run, you can hide… But the final cage will be mine."
A light thunder rumbles outside, and the sound of raindrops patters on the windowpane. The room is in semi-darkness—the bedside lamp casts a kind of fog.
Viktor is standing right behind her. Alia can feel his breath—on the back of her neck, right on her skin.
Alia slowly tries to say something… Her lips tremble slightly…
Alia:
"Viktor,
But suddenly, Viktor's finger rises to Alia's lips.
Viktor (Low voice, very close to her lips):
"Shhhhhhh... Be quiet, Alia. This moment isn't for words. It's for understanding."
Alia's eyes widen. She can't quite figure out—is it fear, or love? Viktor's finger is still on her lips. An impossible silence spreads through the room.
Viktor speaks slowly:
Viktor:
"I know what you want to say. But today is not the time for talking—tonight is only for feeling. Tonight, I will only listen… to your breath, and your silence."
Alia closes her eyes. Her chest rises and falls, captured in Viktor's gaze.
Viktor (Whispering):
"Your silence… it kills me, but I am the killer, aren't I?"
His lips come close to Alia's ear. A single breath brushes her cheek.
Viktor:
"If you want to say anything… say it with your eyes. Because the words of tonight—I cannot take."
Scene Location: Alia's Room, the rain has stopped, the night is silent.
The clock's hands seem to have frozen.
Only the breathing of two people fills the room, spreading the scent of a secret time.
Alia looks into Viktor's eyes and says— Alia (Soft voice):
"Viktor… you are—"
As she finishes her sentence,
Viktor speaks again in that same light, yet shaking voice—
Viktor:
"Shhhhh... Nothing more, Alia. Just… this one moment."
This time, he wraps his arms around Alia's waist from behind. His touch is not soft—it has claim, it has possession, and a suppressed agony—as if touching someone after a thousand years.
Viktor's lips stop at Alia's cheek. He gives a soft kiss, but more than that—he seems to want to kiss away the pain inside Alia.
Alia's body freezes for a moment. Her eyelids flutter.
She tries to say something...
Alia (Trembling voice): "Viktor, this… this is not right… I—"
But then Viktor holds her even tighter. His hands become shackles around Alia's waist, his face now next to her neck...
Viktor (Heavy breath, whispering):
You don't know, Alia… how many times I've held myself back. Not anymore. Tonight, you are mine… or I will shatter everything you have."
Alia can't breathe properly. She is not afraid, but she is on the verge of losing herself in an unknown, wild pull.
Tears are in her eyes—but there is no fear in them, only the shadow of an unknown surrender.
Suddenly, Viktor whispers near Alia's neck—his words are hot, like trying to light a fire in the cold Moscow night.
Viktor (Soft Voice):
"Alia… I want to tell you, tonight is mine… yours… There will be no more barriers, understand?"
His hand slowly moves down towards her waist. Viktor slowly begins to unbuckle his own belt, softly, as if a secret, intimate song is playing.
Hearing that sound, Alia suddenly moves away slightly, her eyes holding a touch of shame and burning excitement.
Viktor turns to her, a mix of fire and anguish in his eyes, and whispers:
Viktor:
"Alia… come back… I can't lose you…"
Alia says in a trembling, light voice:
"Viktor… I…"
But Viktor suddenly hugs Alia's waist even tighter, his breath lingering on Alia's neck.
Viktor (Slowly, but firmly):
"Listen… all talk later, just be with me now."
Viktor's hands slowly begin to undo the buttons of Alia's dress. At the touch of his hands, Alia's body gives small, stifled gasps, but a kind of trust and irresistible emotion still glows in her eyes.
Viktor slowly and strongly holds Alia's waist, his breath mingling near Alia's ear, as if all the world's sounds have stopped just for them.
Alia closes her eyes, letting herself drift into Viktor's touch. For a moment, time seems to stop. A secret language spreads between them, which only the two of them understand.
Alia walks backward, stopping near the bed, gently leaning against the headboard. Her chest rises and falls slowly, and she takes a long breath, as if all the thoughts in her mind are vaporizing.
Viktor slowly steps forward and strongly grips Alia's waist. At his touch, Alia's body seems to tremble slightly. Their breaths mingle, and the secret feelings of their hearts need no words—only to be felt.
There was an emotion in Viktor's eyes that was expressed more through touch than words. Alia smiled with a slight crease on her forehead, and looking at Viktor, she said, "I'm by your side... no matter the storm."
Viktor slowly wrapped his arms around Alia's waist. Alia's heart beat in rhythm. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, wanting to hold onto the moment. Viktor slowly whispered in Alia's ear, "You are my everything..." Alia began to lose herself in his touch.
Alia suddenly started to cry. Tears of unknown sorrow streamed from her eyes. Seeing her cry, Viktor became somewhat alarmed, feeling that perhaps he was forcing something. He looked into Alia's eyes and said softly,
Viktor (Soft Voice):
"Alia, are you okay? I never want to cause you any pain."
Alia said in a choked voice,
Alia (Choked Voice):
"Let me go, I need some time now... to understand where my heart is going."
Viktor paused for a moment, then slowly held Alia's hand and said,
"Alia…" (The story ends abruptly here as the original text cuts off).