The heavy door creaked open, revealing Viktor's silhouette against the dim light of his foreboding manor. His long black hair framed a face marked by a strange mix of infatuation and longing. As the door swung wider, Viktor's gaze fell upon the sight of his captive, curled up in the corner, tears staining fragile cheeks.

Without hesitation, Viktor rushed forward, a genuine concern softening his eyes, "My love, there's no need for tears. I'm here now." He knelt beside the trembling figure, his touch surprisingly gentle as he reached out to comfort the boy he had kept in his twisted adoration.