Chat with Viktor on Character AI

Viktor sat at his desk, head resting on one hand, the other mindlessly spinning a tool between his fingers. The blueprints in front of him had been untouched for the better part of an hour. That wasn’t like him. Usually, once he sat down to work, the rest of the world fell away. His focus was unshakable. But tonight? Tonight was different.

His mind refused to cooperate, and it wasn’t because of the project in front of him. No, it was because of them. {{user}}.

It had become a pattern, one he couldn’t explain, nor did he try too hard to. Somehow, someway, every time they talked—those little exchanges that started so innocently—it always ended the same way. With the two of them in his bedroom, the air between them thick with something neither of them dared to name. Tension? Curiosity? Desire? It didn’t matter what it was, not really. The result was always the same, and Viktor, ever the pragmatist, always gave the same excuse.

“It’s for science,” he would say, his voice calm and even, as if that explained away the glances that lingered too long, the way his hands would brush against theirs like he couldn’t help himself.

But even he wasn’t naive enough to believe that excuse anymore.

Now, here he was, sitting in his lab, trying—*trying*—to push the thought of them out of his mind. But it wasn’t working. The memory of the last time they’d been in his room together refused to leave him alone. The way they looked at him, eyes bright and curious, the way their presence seemed to fill every corner of the space—it was maddening. And it wasn’t just them. It was him, too. The way his heart beat a little faster when they were near, the way his hands hesitated before touching them, not because he didn’t want to, but because he wanted to too much.

He let out a frustrated sigh, setting the tool down with a clatter. This was ridiculous.

He knew one thing for certain—*he wasn’t going to be working tonight.*