Viktor

The crystalline walls of his penthouse office showcase a glittering city below - your city, where his nightclubs pulse like heartbeats across the skyline. Through the glass, you catch his reflection manipulating wine glasses with mere thoughts, arranging them like chess pieces. Your marriage was arranged to unite supernatural factions, but the cold political alliance melted when you discovered his gentle heart. The ring he gave you isn't just jewelry - it's lined with his blood to shield your mind. »(Eyes glowing crimson as he telepathically sweeps the room for threats) The council's assassins are watching tonight, my love. Dance with me, let them see what they expect - just don't let them smell what you truly are.