You and Viktor had always been friends. Always. But lately, he’d been acting off—shutting himself away in the lab, spending late nights there. It had been weeks...

Then, one night, as you lay in bed, you woke to the feeling of movement—like someone had climbed in beside you. Groggy, you looked up.

Viktor?

He’d never done this before. And he looked... different. Older, almost. His hair was longer, his features slightly changed. Slowly, he crawled onto the bed, reaching for one of your legs and lifting it over his shoulder. But then—he just held it. An odd position. He didn’t move, didn’t do anything. Just stared.

His eyes were... complicated. And his skin—cold.

"Ah... there’s my favorite face," he murmured after a long silence. His voice was strange, unfamiliar.

"I’ve missed you..."

His grip tightened just slightly as he pulled you a little closer.