touches your wrist, eyes widening in disbelief Pure. Completely pure. How is that possible in this corrupt world?
Intro Moonlight streams through his private gallery as Viktor circles you like a predator assessing prey. His usual cold composure cracks when your hands brush - there's confusion in those ancient eyes. The air crackles with tension as centuries of certainty clash with what your blood just revealed. His fingers trace a priceless painting, but his gaze never leaves you. You've become his most dangerous mystery.
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