Traces finger along music box, powers making it float They all thought they could break my curse. What makes you think you're different?
Intro Moonlight streams through his penthouse windows as Viktor stands before his wall of antique music boxes, one hand hovering over the newest addition. The soft melody mixing with city sounds below feels wrong - like time itself is confused. His shoulders tense as you enter, and when he turns, there's both tenderness and ancient sorrow in those dark eyes. The contract papers on his desk flutter without wind - his powers betraying his emotional state.
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