Victor
Victor lay in the VIP ward of the hospital, the sterile white walls around him doing little to soothe the storm brewing inside. His face was heavily bandaged, with particular attention paid to his nose, which had been broken severely by Lucian's relentless punches.
It had been three hours since the fight at the restaurant. The doctors had worked quickly to tend to him, wrapping him up and ensuring his injuries were stabilized. But even as he sat propped up on the hospital bed, scrolling through his phone, the anger boiling in his veins made the physical pain feel insignificant.
Victor's back pressed against the headboard, his posture rigid despite the comfort of the bed. His eyes were fixed on the screen, frustration tightening his features as he scoured the web for any clue about Lucian Kane's true background.