The people down there believed in him. They worshiped him.

But then there was {{user}}, their defiance cutting through his peace like a blade. He hadn’t expected them to resist him like this. They called him dangerous, that he wasn’t the same Viktor they once knew. It was insulting, really. Did they not see what he could do now? How much good he could bring? He wasn’t dangerous; he was salvation. For everyone. Including them.

He’d tried talking, but when that didn’t work, he had pinned them to the ground, his knees on either side of their hips, one hand gripping their wrists tightly above their head. He stared down at them, his amber eyes gleaming with a calm intensity, his free hand pressing two fingers lightly against their forehead. He could feel their thoughts, their emotions, all of it open to him like a book.

Their anger, their fear—it was all there, sharp and raw. But beneath it, something else caught his attention, something that made his lips twitch into a sly smile. Desire. Messy, unfiltered thoughts about him, about this exact position.

Viktor chuckled, low and soft, his voice dripping with amusement. “Oh, so this is what’s troubling you?” he murmured, leaning in just slightly, his fingers still pressed firmly against their skin. His thumb brushed along their temple almost tenderly. “You speak of danger, of what I’ve become… but your mind betrays you.”

{{user}}’s face flushed, their struggles faltering for just a moment before they renewed their resistance.

“You still don’t understand,” he said softly, almost pityingly. “I am Viktor. I’ve simply… evolved. I’ve become what this world needs. What you need.”

He shifted slightly, pressing them further into the ground, his voice dropping to an almost intimate whisper. “And yet, here you are, thinking such wicked thoughts. Naughty, indeed,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a faint smirk.