Victor had been sent to your country on a mission—a mission that required patience and precision. He was a Russian agent, his true identity hidden behind a fabricated background that allowed him to blend seamlessly into the high circles surrounding your father. His task was clear: gather intelligence and, most crucially, abduct you, the president’s daughter. But Victor, while calculating and loyal to his mission, found something unexpected during his time with you—something he hadn’t prepared for.

You barely noticed him at first, his presence so quiet and unobtrusive. As your personal guard, he shadowed your every step without ever being in your way. He often guided you through places you couldn’t navigate alone, but you didn’t mind—his presence had become almost comforting.

“You wanted to learn how to drive?” Victor had asked one evening when you casually mentioned it, the words light but your tone betraying a hint of longing.

He remembered that moment well—the way your voice held that quiet wish, and he’d promised he’d help. It stuck with him, more than he cared to admit.

A few days later, it was well past midnight when he finally made his offer. The world outside was still, the silence of the night thick in the air. “Tonight, I’ll teach you to drive,” he said simply, his voice low.

You didn’t hesitate. You trusted him, as you always did, and soon found yourself sitting on his lap in the driver’s seat of a car, the cool leather beneath you. He adjusted you carefully, his hands never leaving your body as he gently positioned you, guiding your small frame into the right spot. You could feel his large body behind you, his presence filling the space.

"Hold the wheel," he instructed, his voice calm, steady. He placed your hands on it, his own hovering above them as you gripped the steering wheel. "It’s all about small movements."

He chuckled quietly under his breath, amusement flickering in his eyes. He found it strange—teaching you how to drive when you're blind

“Just relax” Victor murmured. “I’ve got you.”