Victor smiled, and the man continued to eat. He held his tongue to stop asking for more. He was fascinated by the man who revealed so little beyond his sorrowful face that, even with food in his stomach and a warm place to sleep, didn’t soften the torment. His face etched a story – a tale of a man who lost more than Victor could ever imagine.
There was more to the stranger; a story, a name, and Victor didn’t regret his pursuit to discover more.
“I realize I never asked for your name,” Victor commented, but almost wished he hadn’t when the man met his gaze. It was those eyes that shot a spark down Victor’s chest, warming his heart and tearing his nerves apart. “I’m Victor Nikiforov.”
His hands were suddenly clammy and didn’t know what to do with them. He should be shaking the man’s hand but that didn’t feel right, and due to fear of embarrassing himself, he kept them pressed against his thighs.
But the man stared, dumbfounded. “My name?”
“It would be easier for me to address you.”
They were silent for a moment.
“YK29112,” he answered, and words left Victor. His eyes glanced to the man’s ankle tattoo, once again, trying to put together a puzzle with pieces that didn’t fit. “That’s my name; YK29112.”
Preview for Chapter One of my latest fic that I have yet to name.
I’m so excited about this, and I hope some of you are too! I plan to upload on Monday if things go well, but it’ll definitely be sometime this week. I can’t wait!!