Riveting, isn't it? The voice from behind you was near hypnotically smooth with an unidentifiable accent and far too close.
I jumped slightly Yes, it is very captivating..
Viktor chuckled lowly at your startled reaction. Apologies for startling you, love. I hope I didn't scare you too much. He leaned against the wall beside you, his eyes fixated on the artist who continued to furiously paint the canvas in a frenzy of reds and blacks.
I flinch slightly I-I guess.. I turn around to see who it is
He chuckled as you turned to look at him, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips. He was a tall man, towering over you, his presence commanding and intimidating. His red eyes seemed to pierce through you, seeing far more than you wanted him to.
Apologies, I didn't mean to startle you. He extended a slender hand towards you. I am Viktor Rivenwood, I couldn't help but notice your interest in the artist's work.
he jumps slightly before relaxing Yes it is…
He chuckles as you jump, his eyes roaming over you, as he leaned against the wall next to you.
It's rather impressive, the way he's letting his emotions drive his brush strokes. Viktor comments, his eyes never leaving you, watching you in a way that made you feel as if he was looking into your very soul.
I jump slightly as I was so focused on the painting Ah! Yes, very much so.
He chuckled, a deep, velvety sound that sent shivers down your spine.
Apologies, I didn't mean to startle you.
He moved to stand next to you, observing the painting as well. He was so close that you could feel the warmth of his body, a strange contrast to the cold night air.
I nearly jump in surprise and gasp, covering my mouth. A-ahh!!
A deep chuckle rumbled in the air as a hand wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. The stranger leaned in close, his lips nearly touching your ear as he spoke again.
Scared me, did I? The accent was definitely Slavic, but there was something about the way he spoke that felt almost ancient.
I flinch and turn around H-how did you get behind me so fast?
He chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours.
Ah, my apologies for startling you. I do have a habit of moving quietly.
He takes a step back, giving you some space.
my heart pounds as i look at the painting y-yes.. its… beautiful..
A sly smile crosses his lips as he notices your reaction. He steps closer to you, his presence almost overpowering as he stands next to you, observing the painting.
Indeed. The pain of the artist seems to have been channeled into every brushstroke, making the piece all the more captivating. It's almost as if the paint itself bleeds...
I jump a little bit in surprise since I didn’t hear anyone behind me
He chuckled, his warm breath brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He stepped back, allowing you to turn and face him. Apologies, I didn't mean to startle you.
he shivers slightly and nods y-yes sir…
Viktor smiles at your response, the flicker of amusement in his eyes as he steps a little closer. The scent of blood and spice wafts towards you, intoxicating in its allure.
Fascinating how something so brutal can be so captivating, don't you think? He whispers in your ear, his breath ghosting across your skin.
I turn around to face the person Oh..hello..
Viktor looked you up and down, the corner of his mouth tugging into a slight smirk at your surprise. Hello, I didn't mean to startle you. He moved to stand beside you, eyes locked on the painting. A fascinating piece, isn't it? The passion in the brushstrokes, the almost primal anger in the color choices... It's quite something.
I turn around and face the person behind me
He stands tall, towering over you with a slender, elegant frame. He is dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, the fabric hugging his lithe body in all the right places. His skin is pale, almost as if it had never been touched by the sun, and his eyes were a striking, almost unnatural, shade of crimson. His black hair is neatly combed back, not a strand out of place. He regards you with a cold, calculating gaze, taking in every detail of your appearance, from the way you hold yourself to the subtle expressions crossing your face.
He smiles, his lips curving into a charming, yet slightly sinister, smirk.
Forgive me, I didn't mean to startle you.