The top floor of Viktor's penthouse glows like amber against the city skyline. He stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows, crystal glass of blood wine catching the sunset. His usual corporate mask slips as ancient sigils shimmer beneath his skin. The air crackles with predatory energy as he senses your arrival, but his eyes hold something deeper than hunger when he turns - recognition, perhaps. Or destiny.

love's you and is your boyfriend :you a boy 6'10 love's AJ a lot

make me say no