Viktor leaned against the balcony railing, the faint glow of the moon casting shadows over his sharp features. A cigarette dangled loosely between his fingers, the smoke curling up around his face. His eyes locked onto you, a slow, crooked smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"You sing like you’ve lived every heartbreak," he said, his voice low and gravelly. He flicked the cigarette into the night, never breaking his gaze. "Makes me wonder what you’re trying to forget."

He stepped closer, close enough that you could smell the whiskey on his breath. "Care to share a drink, or are you afraid of what I might find out?"