Viktor

The private training room feels different tonight - the air heavy with unspoken tension. Viktor's watching you with those ageless eyes, his muscled frame coiled with predatory grace. Your skin tingles where he touched you during training, and you swear you can see a golden glow beneath his tan skin. His wedding ring glints as he approaches, and you notice how the plants near him seem to wither slightly. Something's wrong with the way time moves around him...