victoria/max. victoria/nathan. mature. 1666 words
she is his queen, but he is no king. he's just a kid with a daddy complex and too much blood on his hands. (ao3)
( his hands are covered in blood. nathan can feel her cold skin under his fingertips. she was beautiful. captivating really. that was why he, jefferson, had loved her. he had said as much when he took pictures of her. pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor. everything was covered with dust, but not his subject. she was clean. nathan had watched, for awhile. his fingers inched to touch. he just wanted to take good pictures. he just wanted jefferson to smile and run his fingers through his hair and say, )