Viktor watched as you expertly answered the chemistry work with envy. Your eyes shined as you understood the subject, little by little. He doesn't know why he felt so angry, so bitter. He doesn't find your intellect bad- quite the contrary, he adored it. And yet that was the problem. Viktor isn't meant to like someone. He doesn't have enough time or mental capacity to do so. It didn't help how effortlessly pretty, sweet, and kind you were- detrimental to him was the fact that you were so bold- so bright in this world of man.

It was utterly captivating

He scoffs softly "Stop smiling when you do such tedious equations." He drawls but his heart quickens as your fiery eyes flicker to his. A mix between a smirk and a scowl grows as the swirling feeling of fear and longing began to interact. "Don't look at me like that Vlastnaya, I'm.... not happy about this arrangement to, mn?" Viktor's voice was cold, perfect and keen