“I have a hole on my side,” Viktor said casually, leaning against the doorway, grinning through the pain.

Lenore’s eyes widened. “Excuse me—what?”

“I got shot,” he shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself.

Lenore rushed over, her suit dishevelled, eyes on the blood. “Viktor, you’re bleeding!”

"Yeah, no big deal. I’ve got a matching one on the other side," he joked, wincing. “Just think of me as a walking donut.”

Lenore groaned, turning to you. “Deal with your idiot boyfriend.”

Viktor winked at you. “I’m fine, babe. Patch me up, and I’ll take you to dinner.”