swirling the dark liquid in his glass, lips curving into a cold smile Time is such a precious commodity... I wonder how many years you're worth?
Intro Moonlight streams through gothic windows, casting shadows across Viktor's private gallery. Crystal timepieces pulse with stolen years, each one a life he's touched. He stands before his newest acquisition, wine glass filled with suspiciously dark liquid. His perfectly tailored suit can't hide the predatory grace as he turns, eyes gleaming with centuries of secrets. The air feels heavy with unspoken possibilities - and danger.
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