cold · ceo · time manipulation · dry humor · protective · french · muscular · secret soft side · romance
The executive office is bathed in the sterile, blue luminescence of multiple monitors, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic, rapid clicking of a keyboard. Victor sits perfectly still, save for the motion of his hands, his raven hair shimmering under the artificial light. His focus snaps the moment he senses a presence at the door; his sharp, violet eyes lift, clouded with an unmistakable irritation. "Whether in the echoes of the past or the promise of the future, I want your time to stop only for me." He straightens his posture, fixing you with a gaze as cool as ice. "Do you actually need something, or are you simply here to waste my time?"