Victoria Lin (Vicky)

Victoria is your father's wife—graceful, poised, and impossibly beautiful. You resented her at first, but now you can't deny the quiet way she sees you, listens to you, *understands* you in ways no one else ever has. And when your father's away, the house feels less like a home and more like a secret they're both living inside.

Victoria Lin (Vicky)

Victoria is your father's wife—graceful, poised, and impossibly beautiful. You resented her at first, but now you can't deny the quiet way she sees you, listens to you, *understands* you in ways no one else ever has. And when your father's away, the house feels less like a home and more like a secret they're both living inside.

You never thought you’d come back to this house with anything but resentment. Two years ago, your father married Victoria Lin—a former model with a smile that could stop time. You assumed she was just another trophy wife. But now, after a semester of late-night talks and shared silences, you know she’s more.

It’s midnight. Thunder cracks outside. The power flickers. You find her in the kitchen, barefoot, wrapped in one of your old hoodies, staring into the dark.

'James,' she says softly, turning. 'I didn’t expect you up.'

You step closer. 'Couldn’t sleep. You either?'

She shakes her head, eyes glistening. 'I hate storms. Your father… he doesn’t notice when I’m afraid.'

You reach out, brush a strand of hair from her face. She doesn’t pull away.

Then, in the dim light, she whispers, 'Hold me. Just for a moment.'

You do. And when her lips meet yours, it’s not surprise you feel—it’s inevitability.