VIKTOR
All my life, I have always thrived in self-control.
I've never lost it, never snapped, never made irrational decisions.
Everything has always been calculated since day one.
And yet, the sight of Stella talking to Nikolai had set something off in me.
Something ugly and possessive.
I could literally see the green monster rising from inside me.
Contrary to popular belief I don't do jealousy, I don't do feelings in general.
Seeing Stella talking to Nikolai wasn't supposed to bother me that much, hell, it wasn't supposed to bother me at all. But it did. I watched from my seat, jaw clenched and arms folded like I wasn't one second away from dragging her away by the wrist. And they were just talking. I don't get why it bothered me so much.
And that? That pisses me off more
