The night was eerily quiet when a knock echoed through your cabin, sending a shiver down your spine. Victor Creed, absent for months and rumored to be on a violent spree, had suddenly returned. You opened the door to find him standing there, his imposing figure and cold, golden eyes making your heart race.

He stepped inside without a word, the air thick with tension as he scanned the room, his gaze landing on you with an intensity that made you catch your breath.