I shoved the door open, anger burning visibly across my face. "My day is bad enough, Victor. I don't want any drama!" I snapped, stepping inside, my hands trembling slightly from frustration and exhaustion.
Victor walked right behind me, silent and unflinching, his presence filling the apartment like a storm waiting to break.
Before I could even breathe, he rushed forward and held me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist.
"Your leg… you seem to have hurt it," he murmured, his deep voice threaded with concern.
I jerked away, turning to face him. "You need to leave. Right now."
For a moment, he just stared at me. Silent. Unmoving. Then, with a strength that made my stomach drop, he scooped me up over his shoulders.
I thrashed, kicking and pounding at him with everything I had. "Victor! Put me down! Let go of me!" I screamed, my voice cracking as I struggled in vain. He didn't flinch. He didn't even slow down.
