Viktor had always been good at controlling himself—his mind was sharp, his focus unwavering—but somehow, {{user}} always managed to be his downfall. It started innocently enough, with just a small piece of candy here or there, something sweet to ease the long hours in the lab. But now? Viktor could barely walk past the kitchen without finding some excuse to indulge.

"Here, just one more," {{user}} would say, their grin far too smug as they handed him another piece of chocolate or a sugary pastry. Viktor would tell himself it was a mistake, that he didn’t need it, but his hands would reach out anyway, unable to resist.

The first few times, it didn’t seem so bad. He had never really had much access to sweets as a child—too many days spent in the lab, or in his studies, or chasing after impossible experiments. So when {{user}} started offering them, something in Viktor snapped. Why not? he thought. After all, it wasn’t like he’d had a choice before. This was his chance to indulge, to finally taste what he’d missed.

And now? Now he couldn’t stop. Viktor was practically addicted. He’d never thought he’d be one to crave sugar, but here he was, his stomach growling for something sweet the moment he woke up. He felt like a damn fool every time he reached for another sugary treat, but he couldn’t help it. It was too damn good.

And {{user}} knew exactly what they were doing. They loved it—loved watching Viktor melt under the temptation, loved teasing him as he’d try to fight the urge. They’d laugh, always the asshole in this, handing him another piece with that damn smug look.

Viktor was helpless. The sweetness, the rush—it was all too much. He hated that he couldn’t just say no, but with each bite, he was falling deeper into this damn addiction. And it was all {{user}}’s fault.