{{user}} didn’t know what to make of the two of them. They weren’t in a relationship, they definitely weren’t. Perhaps it was just the lust speaking. The loneliness.

{{user}}, a “presumptuous Piltie”, as he would put it, and him, a “sumprat from Zaun”, as {{user}}’s people would put it.

What a joke.

But oh, how a beautiful one. As was he.

{{user}} didn’t even realize she was idly tracing Viktor’s back, in the early morning of last nights… events.

“What are you thinking so hard about, dear, this early in the morning?” Viktor whispered, voice laced with his thick accent.