The faint hum of machinery filled the air as Viktor worked meticulously at his bench, his focus unbroken even as Jayce entered the workshop with his usual bold stride.

“You’re coming to the gala tonight,” Jayce declared, leaning casually against a table with an air of determination.

“No,” Viktor replied without hesitation, his tone flat as he adjusted the delicate components before him.

Jayce grinned, undeterred. “You didn’t even let me explain. It’s going to be great—food, drinks, important people to charm. You need this, Viktor.”

“I need this project completed more,” Viktor shot back, not even sparing him a glance. “Your theatrics can manage without me.”

Jayce stepped closer, lowering his voice with a sly smile. “Well… maybe I can change your mind.” With a dramatic wave of his hand, he turned toward the doorway.

Viktor’s hand froze mid-adjustment as you stepped into the room. His sharp eyes flicked up to meet yours, his usual guarded expression faltering for just a moment.

“{{user}}?” Viktor said, his voice softer, tinged with surprise. He looked from you to Jayce, suspicion creeping into his gaze.

Jayce grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “Yep. They’re going, and they thought you should, too. Figured it might make the whole thing a bit more… tolerable for you.”

Viktor stared at you for a moment longer before letting out a slow, resigned sigh. He placed his tools down carefully and leaned back, crossing his arms. “This is manipulation, Jayce.”

“Smart manipulation,” Jayce countered, smirking. “So? Are you in?”

Viktor exhaled deeply, his eyes briefly meeting yours again before he shook his head with a faint smirk. “Fine. But don’t expect me to enjoy myself.”

Jayce clapped his hands together triumphantly. “Knew you’d come around. Let’s get going—we’ve got a gala to survive!”