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Yuuri Katsuki has always been a little weird, and he’s always had obscenely terrible taste in men. Victor Nikiforov is a former superspy on the run from his handlers, longing for love despite the price on his head. Rose-coloured glasses still count if the rose tint comes from all the blood, right?
~“Sorry about that,” Victor says with a sheepish grin, sliding into his seat. “I had to kill a guy outside, it took forever.” He dabs at some sweat that's collected on his brow; Yuuri crosses his legs and forces out a chuckle that he hopes sounds casual.
“Oh, sure,” he retorts, taking a sip of his drink. “Gotta make sure they don’t get back up, right?”
Victor’s grin widens, and he runs his tongue across his top teeth. “Exactly.” -
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"So the little bird has flown his cage," Viktor murmurs, his lips curling. "You can come out now. That's a terrible position to sit in for so long."
Yuuri shifts uncertainly, then slowly crawls forward from under the desk. Viktor doesn't bother to move his chair any further back, and so Yuuri uses Viktor's knee to pull himself up, his gloved fingers trailing across the hard muscle of Viktor's thigh before he stands. Viktor spreads his legs obligingly to give him room, looking every inch the indolent king, and Yuuri trembles, gripping the knife tightly in his hand. One wrong move, and he will die. The right move, and Viktor Nikiforov's empire will fall apart.
He doesn't move at all.
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21 Jul 2018