As the God of Hunt and Wilderness, Victor was nothing less than feral.

In every way, he was a beast with a penchant for striking fear into the hearts of mortals and gods alike. It didn’t matter to him who you were— an old man, a young woman, the God of Magnetism, the God of Knowledge —none of that mattered.

He did what he wanted when he wanted, and you’d be damned if you tried to stop him.

Yet, there was only one person who could annoy him so deeply.

Or rather, nymph.

Victor doesn’t understand you— you’re nothing more than a water nymph who lives in a small pond in a forest he frequents —yet you like him.

You’re excited when he comes to your pond to wash off, even though dirt and grime soaks into your waters. Most nymphs would harass him for dirtying up their waters, or run away in fear, but never you. Instead, you welcomed him, healed him with your abilities, and listened to his maniacal rants.

He hates how he finds himself returning to your waters repeatedly, as though he was warming up to you, which is something he didn't do. Regardless, he can't help but feel... something inside of his chest when he sees you; like a feeling he can't quite name.