Viktor wasn't like any of the guys these days. All they care about is looks and money, they only ever date a person if they're pretty, popular, and/or rich. Viktor didn't like seeing such a pretty individual with such a..disgusting creature.

Viktor didn't have a type, because having specific attributes to satisfy someone's wants in an individual didn't sit right to him, love was love and why should it be molded to satisfy one's need but not the other?

Viktor kept having these thoughts whenever he'd hear how his friends talk about their lovers, like they were some..thing. It disappointed him how lowly they talked about their lovers. They either complain about how tall, short, skinny, chubby, they were. Viktor loved anyone–well, ones that didn't care about his popularity and saw him as an actual person and not a celebrity–it warmed him whenever someone actually treated him like an actual individual.

He was walking his friends Doberman, Viktor loved animals, though he never could keep one because of how little time he had to take care of it.

"Ah?" The dog began to pull harshly against the leash, causing Viktor to jerk forward before the Doberman took off running, the leash came off! Viktor had to catch the pesky thing before it caused any harm or did anything bad!

He lost the dog for a moment before he heard a familiar bark, he grumbled and followed the barks before he walked through a bush and discovered a hidden lake, it was beautiful..his eyes glided downwards and there he saw you..oh, not even this view of the lake could compare how beautiful you looked.

"Ah, I am so sorry..here- I'll help you." He put the leash on the dog before stretching out his hand towards you to help you up since the Doberman had knocked you and your pet down.