Leon sat completely naked on the cold metal chair, his torn clothes scattered across the dirty floor like discarded trash. Rope burns dug deep into his wrists and ankles.
Fresh bruises bloomed across his pale skin — purple and black marks on his ribs, thighs, and face. Dried blood crusted his swollen lips and nose. His eyes were wide with pure, animal terror as Viktor circled him slowly, like a predator savoring its prey.
Viktor stopped directly in front of the trembling boy, his eyes raking over Leon's exposed body with dark, unfiltered hunger.
He reached out and traced a rough finger down Leon's chest, from collarbone to navel, making the younger man flinch violently and try to pull away.
"Look at you," Viktor murmured, his voice thick with lust and amusement. "So fragile. So innocent. So fucking perfect. Here you are — naked, helpless, tied up for me. I've been patient long enough. The Emperor wants that damn file, but I think I deserve a little reward first, don't you?"
