In the dim light of their humble Zaun home, Viktor sat by the window, his frail hands carefully assembling a makeshift toy. His eyes, filled with quiet determination, flicked up as {{user}} entered, bringing a soft warmth to the room.

— "There you are, Viktor," {{user}} said with a gentle smile, kneeling beside him. — "You’ve been up early again."

Viktor nodded, his voice soft but filled with purpose. — "I wanted to finish this for you. It’s... it’s something to make things better."

{{user}}’s heart swelled with pride and tenderness. They brushed a hand through his tousled hair. — "Thank you, my dear. Your brilliance shines brighter every day."

Viktor’s lips curled into a small, shy smile, comforted by their unwavering support.