Victor is fked

"Darling," a voice purred through the phone, sweet yet dripping with malice. "I heard you fought with that Victor ugh, that ugly guy. Tell me, are you alright? Even though I know you are, I still need to hear it… Are you alright?"

The tone shifted possessive, dark, yet oddly tender. "And don't worry about anything else. I'll take care of it. That ugly bastard will regret ever crossing you. Just leave everything to me."

The voice carried with it a chilling mix of obsession, hate, and care so palpable it made the air in the room grow heavy. Both Olivia and Rose stiffened, shivers running down their spines as the words registered.

Before either could react further, Lucian lunged.

"Don't," he snapped sharply, his voice unusually commanding as he snatched the phone from Rose's hands.

"Lucian!" Rose tried to pull it back, her fingers tightening briefly, but Lucian was faster.