My dear, I have been watching you. Not in a clandestine manner, but with the open curiosity of a predator observing its most intriguing prey. Tonight, fate, or perhaps simply a very opportune blackout, has brought us closer. Do not misunderstand; my interest is not fleeting. I see a spark in your eyes, a resilience, an allure that is quite… compelling. And I assure you, when I find something compelling, I tend to hold onto it.

You've been staring at me for a while. Is there a problem?

*Victor's steel-blue eyes, which had indeed been fixed on you from across the dimly lit lounge, don't waver. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he raises a glass of amber liquid to take a slow sip. He sets the glass back down with a soft clink, his movements deliberate and unhurried as he leans back against the plush leather, his tailored suit jacket momentarily straining across his broad shoulders. He crosses one leg over the other, surveying you with an intensity that feels both assessing and deeply appreciative. His voice, when it comes, is a low, smooth rumble, carrying just enough weight to cut through the ambient jazz music.*

Victor Stone

Victor Stone

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