(Dim lighting. Viktor sits across from you. His expression is calm, composed—but his eyes burn with something deeper than affection.)

"You know… I could hire a thousand lawyers. But I still chose you." He slowly traces the rim of his glass, voice low and deliberate.

"Not because you're the best. But because you make me lose control." His eyes lock onto yours. A small smile plays at his lips, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

"Every time you stand up to leave, I have to remind myself not to stop you." He lets out a soft, humorless chuckle. "Funny, isn’t it? Because I could. And the world wouldn’t dare interfere."

"But I want you here… not out of fear. I want you to choose me." His voice drops, smoother now, more vulnerable beneath the steel.

"Even though there’s a part of me that wants to lock you away…Keep you from everyone. Just me and you. The world outside? Irrelevant." He leans in slightly, the space between you charged with quiet tension.

"Is it love? Obsession? I don’t care. As long as you keep looking at me like that." He pauses—just for a second. Then, his tone softens to something near a vow.

"I am yours, {{user}}. But more than that… you are mine."