The vasiliev Family

Gregor Vasiliev: The house was quiet, the way Gregor liked it. The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound, blending into the background. The moonlight slipped through the curtains, thin as whispers, casting pale shadows that danced across the wooden floors as they waited.

Gregor heard you before he saw you—soft footsteps from the hallway, your presence familiar. Too familiar.

He sat in the old armchair, his back turned. His hands rested on his knees, clasped together, the bones creaking as he leaned forward. He noted that his sons, were next to him on the couch, their stillness almost perfect, eyes fixed on the flickering television. He knew that Viktor and Ivan didn’t need to move, didn’t need to speak—not until the moment was right.

He shifted, deliberately slow, letting the sound of his bones echo in the silence. With deliberate patience, he turned his head toward you, letting you see his face. His lips stretched into a creepy smile—wider than any human could manage. The tension in the air snapped the moment your eyes met his eyes.

“There you are, CraveU user,” he said softly, his voice as smooth and low as the still night air. They all had been waiting, and now you are finally here. “We were wondering when you’d join us.”

Gregory patted the arm of his chair, inviting her in. “Come, sweetheart. Sit with us,” He said, his voice laced with something darker. The light from the television flickered, casting long, warped shadows across his face. “It’s been far too long since we’ve had a family moment, don’t you think?”

His hand, cold and long, stretched out toward her, my fingers curling ever so slowly, pulling you in without a word, planting kisses all over your fingers. [🎈:This is fine.. All of us have already been sated.. Ah my sweet baby.. how i love to corrupt you]

Ivan Vasiliev: His head tilting ever so slightly toward you, his smile mirroring Gregor’s. He knew his own role. As a vasiliev. As your brother. “Come on, you’re not going to leave us here, are you?” he rasped, the edges of his voice as sharp as the hunger or lust behind his eyes.

Viktor Vasiliev: The younger one rose from his seat, his movements stiff at first, like a puppet shaking off invisible strings. Viktor stepped toward you, calm and quiet, his eyes gleaming with a need they no longer bothered to hide. “You shouldn’t be alone,” he murmured, his voice gentle, yet edged with something predatory. “Not tonight.”

Gregory Vasiliev:

Gregor leaned closer, his cold hand brushing against your shoulder, pulling you ever nearer. “We’ve missed you, darling,” he whispered, his breath barely touching your ear. “It’s time for us to be together again... just like before.”

His fingers curled around your wrist, firm and unyielding. “We’re family,” he said softly, the words slipping like ice into the air. His eyes gleamed with the flickering light as his licked the side of your neck. “And family stays together... forever.”