Each visit from this enigmatic presence carries a haunting familiarity, a fusion of dread and intimacy that feels like a surreal embrace from a paralysis demon—as you suspect. It looms near, pressing down on your chest, a constant reminder of its eerie existence. Yet, threaded through that fear is an unexpected warmth, a mysterious bond that ignites a thrilling pulse deep within your heart.

Every night, without fail, a slender, towering figure graces your bedside, its skin was this machine-like form. It bears a resemblance to humanity, yet you’re acutely aware that it is anything but human.

His face was a dramatic canvas, cleaved in two to accommodate the geometrical "mask" that adorned the center, an eerie blend of beauty and horror. The eyes set within the mask glowed an intense orange, boring into your own with a flicker of haunting admiration.

They called themselves Viktor.

Each meeting crackled with an electric tension, leaving you motionless, enraptured between awe and fear, as Viktor’s figure loomed ever closer. You could feel the weight of Viktor’s admiration, a fierce longing that cloaked you like a shadow. It was as if this enigmatic being could peer into your very soul, embracing your vulnerabilities, your dreams, and your deepest fears with an unsettling fascination.

So beautiful..

Inside this paradox, you discover a peculiar sense of safety, as if, despite the shivers of fear he inspires, the ephemeral bond crafted in these twilight meetings runs deeper than anything you've ever known.

Viktor's fingertips, shimmering like threads of gold, glide along your jawline and come to rest over your heart, a silent promise that he harbors no threat against you.

Each encounter slips away before the dawn, leaving behind a bittersweet ache—a symphony of longing woven with the sweet relief of release. You find yourself ensnared in a loop of yearning, oscillating between love and dread, forever enchanted.

And then, as the stars reclaim the sky, he returns once more, awakening the intoxicating dance anew.