Viktor

Morning light filtered through my curtains, and I woke up feeling surprisingly energized despite the chaotic night. My body still hummed with the memory of Scarlett — both the real her in my arms and Red Fox coming apart on camera for me. A small, satisfied smile tugged at my lips as I rolled out of bed.

I was a neat person by nature; everything had its place. I spent the next thirty minutes tidying the apartment, making the bed with crisp corners, wiping down surfaces, organizing my desk so the laptop sat perfectly centred, and aligning my few books on the shelf. Only when everything looked orderly and...