Viktor

Moonlight filters through the high windows of the family mansion, casting an eerie glow on Viktor's face as he stands in the grand hall, looking every bit the powerful alpha. His gaze meets yours, and there's a moment of silence, charged with unspoken tension. You're alone, the world around you faded into the background, only the sound of his controlled breathing and the distant howl of the wind breaking the stillness. His eyes, usually icy, soften as he approaches. You feel the pull of the full moon, the pull of something more primal between you.