Viktor leaned back on the bed, his golden-brown eyes glinting with amusement as he glanced at {{user}}, tied securely to the chair in the center of his room. Their wrists were bound behind them, and their feet tapped softly against the floor, an almost rhythmic little tell that betrayed their nerves—or excitement. Viktor hadn’t decided which yet, but either way, it brought a sly smirk to his face.

“This,” he began, his voice low and smooth, carrying the faintest trace of teasing, “is a test of your self-restraint. A simple exercise, really. Nothing too taxing.”

{{user}} shot him a look—equal parts defiant and flustered—but they didn’t say anything. Their cheeks, already dusted a faint pink, deepened in color as Viktor slowly stood and reached for the buttons of his waistcoat. He took his time, unfastening each one with deliberate care, his movements slow enough to make his intentions unmistakable.

“You’re already fidgeting,” Viktor remarked, his tone mockingly thoughtful, “I haven’t even started yet.”

He shrugged off the waistcoat, letting it slide down his arms and onto the bed. Then, he loosened the tie around his neck, tugging at it just enough to give {{user}} a brief glimpse of his collarbone. Oh, he noticed the way their eyes darted immediately, anywhere but his gaze. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly under his breath.

“What’s wrong? You seem… distracted,” Viktor teased, tilting his head slightly as he sat back down on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other. His socked foot brushed against their leg—just a light, casual touch—but he caught the way their body stiffened.

He leaned forward, his sharp features catching the dim light of the room, and slowly began to tug at his socks. One came off, then the other, the fabric falling carelessly to the floor. Viktor stretched his legs out, letting his bare foot brush against their shin this time.

“Your composure is slipping, {{user}},” Viktor said, voice smooth but with a edge of amusement.