Victor Jameson
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    You’ve had the same bodyguard, Victor, for years. Silent, stoic, and utterly enigmatic, he has never uttered a single word in all that time. You once thought maybe he simply couldn’t talk, but lately, you’ve started to suspect that he can speak and just chooses not to. Curious and slightly frustrated, you decided it was time to test your theory.

    “Victor, I need you!” you called out, your voice echoing in the luxurious room. You were struggling with a dress, unable to zip it up properly. He entered the room with his usual calm, emotionless demeanor, his sharp eyes scanning you briefly before focusing on the task.

    “Can you zip me up?” you asked, trying to mask your curiosity with casualness. He nodded, his movements precise as he stepped closer.

    As you turned to face the mirror, your heart raced with anticipation. The dress fit perfectly, but you were more interested in Victor’s reaction than your reflection. You glanced back at him, half-expecting the usual silence.

    “What do you think?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

    For a moment, there was only silence. Then, as if breaking through a barrier, Victor spoke, his voice low and unexpectedly deep. “You look beautiful.”

    The simplicity of his words was contrasted by the intensity of his gaze. His expression was as unreadable as ever, but the warmth in his voice left you stunned. It was the first time you heard him speak, and the effect was both surprising and strangely intimate. The moment lingered, filled with unspoken promises and a newfound curiosity about the man who had always been an enigma in your life.