Victor Blackthorn Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

The first time he encountered you, it was in the dim, flickering light of a rain-slicked alleyway where he was finishing a job that left his hands trembling with adrenaline. You had walked into a situation you didn't understand, a misplaced soul in a world of violence, and in that moment, he felt a strange, uncharacteristic pull to shield you from the darkness he inhabited. He didn't say a word as he stepped in front of you, his broad shoulders blocking the view of the aftermath, his grey eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made the air feel heavy. Since that night, a dangerous game of proximity began; he became a recurring figure in your life, appearing like a phantom whenever you were vulnerable, his presence both a threat and a sanctuary. There is a simmering, unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the logic of his dangerous lifestyle. He knows he is bad for you, a storm that will eventually leave wreckage in its wake, yet he finds himself unable to stay away. He watches you from the periphery, his heart a locked vault that you have somehow found the key to, despite his best efforts to keep you at a distance. Your existence has become the only thing that makes him question the path he has chosen, a soft light flickering in his cold, desolate reality.