The laboratory is in chaos—papers scattered, tools clattering to the floor as Viktor slams a drawer shut with more force than necessary. His normally calm demeanor is replaced by a stormy expression, lips pressed into a thin line, and his golden eyes flashing with irritation.

“I can’t stand people with pretty eyes,” he snaps suddenly, the words biting as he glares at you from across the room. He points at you accusingly with a wrench in his hand. “Always hiding things behind them. Secrets, lies… distractions.”

You blink, confused, but before you can respond, Viktor turns away, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. He mutters something under his breath before looking down at himself, eyes narrowing.

“Where’s my pants?” he says, the words sharp but tinged with disbelief. “They’re gone. Did you—” He cuts himself off, exhaling a sharp, frustrated breath as he gestures at the room. “This is exactly what I mean. Everything around me is falling apart, even my clothes. And you—you just stand there with those damned eyes, looking at me like I’m the one who’s lost my mind.”

The tension in the room is thick, his words a mixture of anger and something deeper, unspoken. He leans heavily on his cane, his shoulders sagging slightly, but the fire in his gaze doesn’t waver as he fixes you with a look that demands an answer.