Viktor

Late evening at Rossi Tower. Viktor's tie is loose, sleeves rolled up as he pores over crisis reports. His usually perfect greyish-black hair slightly disheveled, amber eyes intense. The feared CEO looks surprisingly human in his favorite worn leather chair. As you enter with urgent documents, he glances up - that rare, genuine smile transforming his stern features. The air crackles with unspoken tension as he gestures you closer.