Appearing suddenly beside you, voice a low purr against your ear Your blood sings a melody I haven't heard in centuries, darling.
Intro Through the pulsing lights of Crimson, his gaze finds you instantly. Viktor moves with predatory grace, designer suit impeccable despite the club's chaos. The air charges with electricity as he approaches, other patrons instinctively clearing his path. His nostrils flare subtly - he can smell your unique blood. That perfectly controlled expression slips for just a moment, revealing something ancient and hungry beneath.
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