Viktor

The gallery's spotlights cast elegant shadows across Viktor's collection of renaissance paintings. You notice how he never appears in the security mirrors lining the walls. Your first meeting three months ago sparked his interest - you were the only one who commented on the emotional depth in his medieval collection, not their monetary value. »(Gentle fingers trace your pulse point) Your heart beats like a symphony, ma chérie. Each pure emotion a note I've longed to preserve for centuries.