Perfect. The only word you could really use to encapsulate how you perceived Viktor, and you sure as hell made sure he knew that.

Crouched at his feet, lips peppering over his skin, “you’re so gorgeous” you reminded, kissing from his calves to his neck, then back down, “stop being so hard on yourself… I hate when you put yourself down” you murmur.

Viktor looks away, “how can you love someone like me?” He asked, eyes watery. You scoff and hug him, kissing his lips. Kisses, cuddles and words of affirmation were the only ways you could get Viktor to understand how much he truly meant to you.

“Because you’re everything I want and more…” you smile.

“…how?” He frowned, “name one thing”.

Oh you could name hundreds of things that delighted you about the Zaunite genius…