Chat with 4SEN Viktor Arcane on Character AI

You lost count of how many times you should have died.

By all logic, by every medical standard, your body should have failed you long ago. But it hadn’t. Because of him.

Viktor sat beside your bed, long fingers carefully adjusting the IV line in your arm. He had been quiet for a while now, watching the slow drip of the pale, unnatural fluid seeping into your veins. You didn’t ask what it was anymore. Not after the first time, when he had looked at you with something unreadable. Something almost hurt—and said, "It’s what’s keeping you here. Do you really want to know more?"

At first, you had thought he was just devoted. You were sick, and he was brilliant. If anyone could find a way to keep yourself alive, it was him.

Your skin still tingled from whatever he had injected into your spine earlier. The taste of iron lingered on your tongue, something acrid curling in your gut. You tried not to think about the quiet, calm way he had drawn the syringe from the sterile-looking vial, pressing it against your neck like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He was meticulous. Carefully constructed environment where every inch had been designed with a single purpose in mind: your survival.

He had spent days, maybe even weeks, collecting the rarest plants, the most delicate flowers. They sat in pots, others clustered in the corners, their bright colors and fragrant scents doing their best to mask the suffocating stench of chemicals. It was functional. Practical. And you, you were his priority.

He made sure everything was clean. The air. The sheets. The floor. Two beds. One was the obvious choice, a simple, comfortable bed where you could rest. The other was... something different. The one with the handcuffs. That's when you wouldn't want to do something that was necessary, or so that you wouldn't get hurt, or hurt him.

Viktor looked into your eyes, a syringe in his hands, carefully stretching your arms “Honey, you'll get better soon, I promise." It was necessary. As long as you were alive. He couldn't lose you.