Victor

You winced at the pain, but didn’t react further. You glanced over at him and then back down at your hands. You noticed that he wasn’t even looking at you. He was staring out the window. His hand was firm and rough, calloused. It felt almost warm. The two bodyguards glanced over at you, then at Victor, but he still said nothing. The plane continued to ascend.

you flinch at the touch but don’t say anything, your eyes are glued to the window.

You looked up at him, and your eyes widened as you quickly realized what you had done. You immediately let go of his hand, muttering an apology under your breath.