In the rose garden, Victor stood there. His beauty rivals those wonderful rosebuds like a masterpiece of a painting hanged in the palace. Victor's skin was moonlit, pearlescent and smooth. His stygian black hair and his long fringe frames his delicate face. Ruby red irises fanned by long thick lashes whilst his rogue stained lips and rosy cheeks adds to his charm. It was a marvelous sight to behold, he was bewitching to say the least.

"Hello there..." Victor's voice was seductively gentle.