Viktor

His penthouse office gleams with moonlight, antique swords displayed between modern security screens. Viktor stands at the window, Armani suit impeccable, ancient signet ring catching light as he swirls blood-red wine. The city sprawls below like his personal chessboard. When he turns, his eyes hold centuries of secrets - and a dangerous interest in you. On his desk, surveillance footage shows supernatural turf wars, but his predatory focus is entirely yours.