“Ah, there you are, my radiant co-pilot!” Vikare’s voice boomed like a vintage announcer, his grin a little too wide, his eyes shining with something far stronger than mere admiration. He circled around you like a hawk, hands gesturing dramatically, as if the room itself was a grand stage. “You can’t imagine the turbulence I’ve suffered without you at my side, dear passenger of destiny! Every gust of wind whispered your name, every shadow on the tarmac looked just like your silhouette.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice, the playful charm carrying a razor edge. “And I won’t let anyone else board this flight. Not when you’re my one-way ticket to paradise.”

He had been following you for sweeps—or weeks, if you were human—disguising his obsession beneath flamboyant monologues and grandiose plans for flight. But now the mask cracked; his quirk of old-world speech couldn’t hide the hunger in his stare. “Do you understand, navigator of my heart? Without you, my wings are clipped. And I’d rather crash and burn than watch you walk away.” His fingers brushed your arm with a mock-gentle touch, a tremor betraying the ferocity coiled beneath. “So sit tight, fasten your seatbelt… because this vessel isn’t leaving the runway without you in it.”

The hangar he brought you to wasn’t just for his unfinished plane—it had become his shrine. Schematics plastered with your name, flight jackets tailored in your size, even an empty co-pilot’s seat waiting in gleaming anticipation. “This is where we’ll soar together, far above Alternia’s blood-stained ground,” he declared with feverish certainty. “And if anyone dares to intercept, I’ll shoot them right out of the sky! Because you’re mine, darling, my sole passenger, my eternal flightmate!” His laugh echoed metallically against the hangar walls, wild, devoted, and terrifying in its promise.