The Silence and the Storm
Suddenly, a silence descended upon the room.
Alia gazed into Victor's eyes—there was hurt, not anger.
Victor said,
"I may be the King of Blood... but still, I cannot tolerate your tears or the touch of anyone else."
Alia's lips trembled. She wanted to say something, but her throat was dry.
Victor stared at Alia's face, his eyes shadowed with intense anger and pain. Alia was about to speak when Victor suddenly put a finger to her lips.
Victor (whispering):
"Shhhh... be silent. Don't say anything now."
He embraced Alia, but this time his voice broke.
Victor (with a trembling voice):
"I can't take it anymore, Alia... Tonight, I want to see all the truth in your eyes, hear all the pain... The way you made me cry, tonight I want to make you cry too—not out of rage, but so the truth can finally come out."
Alia stared in surprise. There was no fear in her eyes, only pain and frustration.
With tears in her eyes, Alia said,
"Victor... let me say one thing..."
Victor suddenly moved closer and held a finger up to her face, saying,
"Be quiet, Alia. You've said enough... now you'll listen."
His eyes held an intense restlessness, and his voice slowly turned from rough to emotional.
He began to speak in Russian—a searing intensity in his voice, as if the volcano inside his chest was about to erupt.
> Victor (trembling voice):
> "Ты не понимаешь, как больно видеть тебя с другим…"
> (You don't understand how much it hurts to see you with someone else…)
> "Я хотел быть твоим всем… Но, может быть, я был просто тенью."
> (I wanted to be your everything… But maybe I was just a shadow.)
> "Ты заставляешь меня чувствовать… а я не должен чувствовать."
> (You make me feel… and I'm not supposed to feel.)
>
Victor's voice trailed off.
A sigh escaped his eyes, as if he himself was losing the battle within.
Alia now said slowly,
"Victor, I never wanted to hurt you..."
Victor stepped forward and placed a hand on Alia's shoulder.
"Не надо слов, Алия… Just be mine for this one night. No words, just let the silence tell me you are still mine..."
The Night Unveiled
"Alia... tonight, everything I am is open just for you. There will be no more barriers, understand?"
His hand slowly moved down towards Alia's waist. Victor slowly began to undo his own belt, as if a secret melody were playing.
Hearing the words, Alia moved back slightly, her eyes a mix of shame and excitement.
Victor turned to look, his eyes shadowed with fire and pain, and whispered,
"Alia... come back... I won't lose you."
Alia's voice trembled as she said,
"Victor... I..."
But Victor suddenly gripped Alia's waist tighter, his breath brushing against her neck.
Victor (slowly, firmly): "Listen... all the talking comes later, just stay with me now."
His hand slowly began to unbutton Alia's dress. Alia struggled to breathe, but belief and emotion still burned in her eyes.
Victor gripped Alia's waist forcefully, his breath mingling in her ear, as if all the world's sounds had stopped just for them.
Alia closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by Victor's touch. For a moment, time stood still, and a secret language spread between them that only they could understand.
Alia backed up to the bed and leaned her head gently onto it. Her chest rose and fell slowly; she took a deep breath, releasing the thoughts in her mind.
Victor slowly approached and firmly wrapped his arms around her waist. His touch made Alia's body tremble. Their breaths merged, and the feelings remained purely as sensations.
Deep emotion was in Victor's eyes, expressed not in words, but in touch.
Alia smiled with a slight crease in her brow, looking at Victor and saying,
"I am by your side... no matter the storm."
Victor slowly embraced her waist. Alia's heart hammered in rhythm. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to hold onto the moment.
Victor slowly whispered in Alia's ear,
"You are my everything..."
Alia began to lose herself in his touch. Suddenly, tears of unknown sorrow fell from her eyes.
Victor looked into Alia's eyes with a slight panic and said softly,
"Alia, are you alright? I never want to cause you pain."
Victor gently took Alia's hand and led her toward the bed.
There was still hesitation in Alia's eyes, but she looked at Victor's face and smiled slightly, saying,
"Victor... what are we doing?"
Victor smiled and said, "If you want, let's forget everything and dance for just one moment..."
He held out his hand and gently took Alia's waist.
Alia paused for a moment, then took his hand, and slowly began to dance in sync with Victor.
Their breaths mingled, and it was as if time stood still around them.
The Red Belt
[The room was bathed in soft light. A light rain fell outside, as if keeping rhythm with their breathing.]
Victor slowly looked into Alia's eyes. There was a bittersweet smile on his lips.
Victor (in Russian, soft voice):
"Эй, Алия… ты даже не представляешь, как сильно я тебя хочу…"
("Hey, Alia… you can't even imagine how much I want you…")
Alia paused for a moment, tears glistening in her eyes. She stepped forward towards Victor and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her lips slowly touched Victor's neck—a piece of peace, a piece of possession.
Alia (soft voice):
"You are mine... only mine, Victor."
Victor stared at her face, as if he wanted to hold onto this moment forever. There was no more anger in his eyes, only love.
Victor slowly took a red belt in his hand and looked at Alia.
A kind of sweet mischief, and deep love, played in his eyes.
Victor (in Russian, with a light smile):
"Моя милая… такая милая и опасная…"
("My sweet one… so cute and dangerous…")
He gently placed the belt around Alia's neck—very slowly, with care, as if touching a flower petal.
Alia closed her eyes and smiled slightly.
Alia (softly):
"Victor... do you know, red is my favorite color?"
Victor leaned in close and whispered beside her ear.
Victor:
"You don't look cute... right now, you look like me."
A gentle tension filled the air. Victor slowly tightened the red belt around Alia's neck, and Alia wrapped her arms around his waist.]
Alia brought her face close to Victor's cheek, a sweet smile slowly spreading across her face.
Victor looked back at her smile, his eyes full of emotion.
Victor moved closer and gripped Alia's waist firmly, his eyes filled with warmth and trust.
The Silent Dance and the Secret Desire
Victor came up behind Alia and wrapped his arms around her waist. Alia stood in front, a slightly shy smile on her face. Victor slowly turned his head and placed a gentle, soft kiss on Alia's cheek.
The warmth of Victor's touch made Alia's cheek flush slightly, and she let out a small smile.
There was a sense of security and trust in her eyes.
In that moment between Victor and Alia, it was as if time had stopped—they slowly began to dance together. A kind of warmth spread with every touch on Alia's body, as if a feeling was slowly awakening from within her.
Alia moved lightly, holding Victor's hand and slowly matching his rhythm. Their breaths mingled, and all the sounds around them seemed to fade away.
This silent dance spoke the language of their hearts, where no words were needed.
Victor slowly intensified the rhythm of the dance.
His touch on Alia's body grew stronger, and suddenly Alia burst out laughing—
"Are you going that fast?" she asked with a touch of mischief.
Victor laughed and replied,
"I want to hear your laugh... no matter what."
Alia continued to dance, hand-in-hand with him, laughing.
A sweet, playful tension developed between them,
which was not rage, but another form of love.
Victor slowly looked into Alia's eyes and said,
"I am a father of 5 children and you are a mother of 5 children.
Alia suddenly bit her lip. Victor :hmmmmmmm shh Aaaaaaa How do you feel, Alia, that I am having sex with you?
Her breath hitched, and her face flushed slightly. Alia :What kind of tight thing do you mean? Very bad Then Victor gets a little angry and says even more Aaaaaaaaa Hey Victor, slow down Victor says no I won't slow down Alia goes to say something
Victor gently touched Alia's lips with his finger and whispered,
"Shhh..."
A soft sound in his Russian voice,
"Хмммм…"
("Hmmmmm…")
"Don't say anything now..."
Victor pulled Alia even tighter. Alia's face turned red, and her heart started to beat rapidly.
Victor whispered, "Shhhhhhh..."
Alia wanted to say something, but she remained silent.
Victor said in a deep voice in Russian,
"Ты моя тень и свет, мой огонь и моя тьма. Без тебя я — ничто."
("You are my shadow and my light, my fire and my darkness. Without you, I am nothing.")
Alia took a breath, feeling Victor's words in her heart, and silent assent shone in her eyes.
Victor's hand tightened slightly around Alia's neck—
not harmfully, but as if to make his presence felt, as if to say, "You are mine."
Alia looked into Victor's eyes—a moment of silence...
She read the depth in Victor's Light blue eyes—there was fire, there was an unfulfilled craving.
Victor slowly leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Alia's neck.
Then, with a smile at the corner of his lips, he whispered:
"Cute kid..."
A slight, shy smile appeared on Alia's face, but her eyes held a mischievous love.
The Queen and the Lord
The room was silent. The air was heavy. Alia's breathing was quick—she was trembling, panting.
Alia said in a shaky voice,
"Victor... I can't take this anymore... Please..."
Her eyes were wet, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Victor leaned down to face her. There was a strange, cold fire in his eyes.
A cynical smile played on one side of his lips.
Victor (in a low, but harsh voice):
"You forgot... now is not the time for talking.
You are standing before the Mafia Lord now...
So you have to take a little punishment, understand?"
Alia paused at his hard voice.
But then a slight smile appeared at the corner of her lips...
As if she was throwing a mischievous challenge even in her pain.
Alia (smiling softly, with tears in her eyes):
"If I get to stay with you while I'm punished... then I agree."
Her voice was low, heavy, slow...
He whispered with his face against Alia's shoulder:
"Do you know who you are?"
Alia shivered... her breath caught.
Victor (in a deep voice):
"You are my Godmother...
The Queen of this realm... the light of my dark world.
When I was burning in the fire, you were the goddess of that fire."
Alia looked up at Victor's eyes in shock—
there was no love, no fear, but a kind of worship.
Victor smiled lightly and said,
"You are not just my love, you are my authority. You are my destiny."
Victor knows how valuable Alia is. She is not just his 'Godmother,' but the unwritten Queen of the city's Mafia world—a legend whose single command builds and shatters empires.
Alia gave no answer.
Victor fell silent. He knew Alia's silent smile spoke more than a thousand words. The meaning of that smile was: "Victor, don't be afraid. This slight wound won't stop me. The game isn't over yet."
Alia's smile widened.