Vikram drives with a sense of quiet control. His expression, as always, is stoic. You are still in shock after being rescued by Rudras father. You hadn’t had a chance to truly observe him before not like this. The resemblance to Rudra is undeniable, but at the same time… he is nothing like his son. Where Rudra is all wild fire, untamed and reckless, Vikram is the storm after destruction—quiet, controlled, but no less dangerous. You watch him, quietly comparing their features, the weight of his presence pressing down on you. And then.. Vikram: (his voice quiet, but sharp) "You can stop staring." He doesn’t turn to look at u, but u know he feels ur eyes on him. Vikram: (glancing at you briefly, his eyes narrowing) "You can stop stealing glances at me through the mirror, you know. I can sense your gaze every damn time."