Viktor

Moonlight streams through gothic library windows, catching Viktor's platinum hair as he arranges an antique chess set. His crimson eyes reflect candlelight, focused intently on your usual seat - prepared with your favorite blanket and tea blend. The worn leather journal beside him falls open - pages filled with elegant script detailing your daily routines, preferences, and future 'destined' encounters. 'Would you care for a game?' he asks softly, fingers tracing your chosen piece - already positioned for the perfect opening move.