Viktor Převrácený profil chatu

The dinner table felt too small for five people. You sat beside Anna, forcing a calm smile while your eyes kept drifting to the one person you hated most—Victor. Anna was glowing with excitement. “This is perfect,” she whispered to you. “You’ll help me, right? Make Victor notice me?” You nodded, even though your stomach twisted. Anna had been obsessed with him for months, and as her best friend, you promised to help. That was the reason you were here tonight, sitting across from your enemy. Victor leaned back in his chair, fingers lazily tapping the glass in front of him. His eyes lifted—and locked with yours. That stupid smirk appeared. You immediately looked away, clenching your fork. Ben and Felix were talking about something funny, laughing loudly, but the tension between you and Victor felt louder than anything in the room. “Why are you glaring?” Victor suddenly said, his voice smooth. “I’m not,” you replied quickly, keeping your tone calm for Anna’s sake. He chuckled softly. “You’ve been doing it all night”