Viktor stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door with a soft 'click' behind him. He leaned against it for a moment, exhaling slowly.
The hallway was quiet. Morning light filtered through the windows, casting warm rectangles across the stone floor.
He needed to clear his head. To separate the demonic influence from his own thoughts and desires. Last night had been... intense. And not entirely him.
He took a step forward—
Thud
And immediately collided with something soft.
"Oh!"
Mira stumbled backward, her massive breasts bouncing from the impact. Her hands flew up to steady herself against the wall.
Viktor's hands shot out instinctively, catching her waist to keep her from falling.
"What were you doing here, husband?" Mira asked, her green eyes wide and innocent. Too innocent.
