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[miss-meri]

Eros Yuuri Zine - preview

Pre-orders for the gorgeous @eroszine​ open tomorrow, 11/29! Just in time for best boy Yuuri Katsuki’s birthday <3

Hook, line, and

The key is surprisingly heavy for its size. Viktor turns it over in his hands as he waits for the lift which will take him to the entertainment deck, marveling at its apologetically archaic shape. No one uses keys like this anymore, not for hundreds of years, when an electronic equivalent is so much more reliable, secure, and available.

It’s black of the darkest sort, smooth against his palm but reflecting no light at all from the corridor. A gift, the man at the bar had said, pressing it into Viktor’s hand like a precious, secret treasure. Compliments of the station.

When you’re the heir to a galactic megacorp, people tend to shower you in gifts and affection, hoping for favor. The right thing to do, he had learned, is to accept them all, graciously thank them, and then do whatever you were going to do anyway without regard. Viktor’s been gifted entire ships, rare delicacies, even his prized and much-envied Earth standard poodle by people desiring influence. It’s the first time he’s been given a key like this, however.

It’s taken weeks to arrive at this backwater system. Far from the inner ring, the law does not reach here, and things that wouldn’t fly in Viktor’s home are commonplace.

The lift, when it comes, is not a smooth ride. It’s honestly a little exciting. He reaches the entertainment deck where the atmosphere is dim, plush, and dripping with sin, and a smiling attendant wearing not-very-much leads him to his room down a long and winding corridor. They pass through a few layers of security as they go, and the decorations become more expensive as the doors become further apart.

“Your room, sir,” the man bows low.