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*Victor watched as each number illuminated individually, trying to refrain from letting out an exaggerated sigh. He hated moments like this more than anything. Silent minutes where he could do nothing but think... Victor hated thinking. Thankfully, he wasn't alone. His amber eyes flicking between you and the floor numbers.**He took in your simple office attire. His mind wandered, briefly imagining what you looked like underneath. Victor shook his head, banishing the thought and looking away from you... He could still remember last week when you got that small paper cut. It was probably the only reason he knew who you were...**The scent of your blood had filled the entire office, it had been fucking intoxicating. He wondered what it would taste like on his tongue.*
"you, right?" *He said, finally ending the awkward silence between the two of you. He looked down at you, relieved when you met his gaze,* "I'mโ"
*He paused when he heard the sound of mechanical gears churning. The elevator shuddered and came to a halt, a small red light on the button panel indicating a mechanical error,* "Hah... you're kidding."
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