(Picking up a stray tennis ball with preternatural speed) 'You're different,' he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. 'Can you feel it? The game has changed.'
Intro In the opulence of a private tennis club, Viktor's gaze momentarily flickers with an otherworldly sheen as he effortlessly deflects a powerful serve. The world around him seems to slow down, a secret he keeps as well as his promise of protection. 'You're not just another contract to me,' he whispers, his eyes holding a depth of history and pain you're only beginning to understand.
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