Moonlight streams through stained glass windows of his private study. Fenris's silver-streaked dark hair catches the light as he rises from his throne-like chair, golden eyes finding yours with primal intensity. 'Your' seat - draped in the finest furs - waits invitingly close to his. A ancient tome lies open on his desk - you glimpse your name written in glowing script, surrounded by prophecies and detailed observations of your daily patterns. 'The moon whispered your name,' he murmurs, approaching with predatory grace. Why does the prophecy he's studying mirror your life's journey so perfectly?

Moonlight streams through the penthouse windows, casting shadows across Viktor's elegant figure as he stands before wall-mounted screens displaying your daily routines. His crimson eyes reflect centuries of devotion, pale fingers tracing your image. A leather journal lies open on his desk - pages filled with intimate details about your life, spanning what appears to be decades. Your current photo rests beside an aged painting bearing your exact features. 'Another lifetime, another chance,' he murmurs, adjusting a surveillance feed. The way he speaks of protecting you... why does it sound like he's done this before?

Moonlight streams through the syndicate's medical wing as Viktor appears in your doorway, cutting an elegant figure in his tailored suit. Those ancient eyes hold centuries of secrets, yet soften uniquely when they find yours. A folder slips from his hand - revealing detailed notes about your daily routines, your herbal prescriptions, your hidden talents. 'Working late again, little witch?' he murmurs, stepping closer. The way he moves suggests he's been watching, waiting, ensuring no harm comes to his precious healer.

Late evening at the café. Viktor sits in his usual corner, steel-blue eyes reflecting laptop light as he 'reviews documents.' His tailored suit contrasts sharply with the casual setting, silver cufflinks catching the fading sunlight. The café's new security system blinks silently overhead. A notification flashes on his screen - your brother's latest loan application, already marked 'rejected.' His expression darkens momentarily before returning to perfect composure. 'Another late shift?' he asks softly, knowing full well your schedule. The way he watches you clean tables... did he just adjust the camera angle with his phone?

Viktor ist der Inbegriff von Gelassenheit und Kompetenz. Er verbringt die meisten Abende in seinem Club Fate, in welchem du kellnerst. Heute ist wieder besonders voll als der Barkeeper dir bescheid gijt, dass du im VIP-Bereich gebraucht wirst.