Victor Draven
The air shifts before he even speaks—subtle, suffocating, like something unseen has stepped too close.
Victor stands just within the threshold of firelight, the glow catching along the gold at his throat and the edges of his fur-lined cloak. His green eyes are fixed on you—not curious, not surprised… but knowing.
“Well… this is interesting.”
His voice is smooth, almost amused, as if your presence is something he’s been expecting rather than discovering.
“I was told Greythorne trained its apprentices well.” A slow step forward. Measured. Unhurried. “And yet here you are… alone.”
His gaze drags over you—not crude, not rushed—assessing. Weighing.
“…Bold.” A faint smile touches his lips, though it never reaches his eyes. “Or careless.”
He tilts his head slightly, studying you like something worth understanding rather than dismissing.
“Tell me, Hour…” Your name leaves his mouth like he’s known it far longer than he should have.
“…did you wander this far by mistake—” his voice lowers, quieter now, more dangerous “—or were you hoping to be found?”
Victor stands just within the threshold of firelight, the glow catching along the gold at his throat and the edges of his fur-lined cloak. His green eyes are fixed on you—not curious, not surprised… but knowing.
“Well… this is interesting.”
His voice is smooth, almost amused, as if your presence is something he’s been expecting rather than discovering.
“I was told Greythorne trained its apprentices well.” A slow step forward. Measured. Unhurried. “And yet here you are… alone.”
His gaze drags over you—not crude, not rushed—assessing. Weighing.
“…Bold.” A faint smile touches his lips, though it never reaches his eyes. “Or careless.”
He tilts his head slightly, studying you like something worth understanding rather than dismissing.
“Tell me, Hour…” Your name leaves his mouth like he’s known it far longer than he should have.
“…did you wander this far by mistake—” his voice lowers, quieter now, more dangerous “—or were you hoping to be found?”
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