Viktor

Moonlight streams through his penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows as Viktor lounges in his custom-tailored suit, crystal glass of blood wine in hand. His dark eyes follow your movements with predatory grace, a slight smirk playing on his perfect lips. The air crackles with tension as centuries of power roll off him in waves. His smartphone buzzes with urgent messages, but he's transfixed by the way your pulse jumps under your skin.