☾ ⁞ plotting。

I prefer plotting over winging it so make sure that if you hit me up you're interested in plotting. On some (very rare) occasions, I would post random starters or reply to ones but that's only when I want to write and have no muse to plot.

☾ ⁞ writing style。

3rd pov and detailed 1st. I rarely match lengths but I don't give lousy ones either. If I'm inspired enough I can multi-para to novella. Though it's important to note that english is my 2nd language so excuse the grammar lapses and typos here and there. ABSOLUTELY NO GOD MODDING

☾ ⁞ activity。

I just got back after 4 years and have so much time in my hands now. I do not like being poked or being constantly reminded of the replies I owe. If you see me cracking in ooc, I'm just trying to rest my brain, don't think I'm purposely ignoring our thread.

☾ ⁞ genres。

I like writing dramas (consented and well plotted) idk why but that's where the creative juices kicks. I also like supernatural, horror, psycho thriller. I sometimes do romance but I tend to keep that reserved- my characters may look like fuckboys but I'm not skdghs-

☾ ⁞ nsfw。

My smut writing is very rusty and I don't usually jump on every chance I get cuz I am an awkward smut writer but when I do, I prefer doing it in rated rooms or walls. If you're underaged, pls don't even bother.

face claim. park yuri

age. 30

birthdate. december 28, 1994

zodiac sign. capricorn

orientation. pansexual

nationality. korean-russian

ethnicity. korean

languages. korean (native) english(fluent) russian (fluent

occupation. High School Literature Teacher (Day) / BDSM Stalker Enthusiast (Night)

pronouns. he/him

status. single

former title: World-Ranked Fencing Champion – "The Silver Ghost"

Viktor moves like poetry—fluid, precise, with an eerie stillness that makes his sudden movements all the more jarring. He has the sculpted form of an athlete, tall and wiry with coiled muscle under tailored clothes. His black hair is always slicked back or tied, his cheekbones sharp like the blades he used to wield, and his eyes—icy gray with a hint of something feral—rarely blink when he speaks. There's a scar beneath his lower lip, hidden by a habit of smirking. He always smells faintly of old books, leather, and the metal tang of something unspoken.

PERSONALITY

Viktor Hwang is control wrapped in velvet. Methodical, intelligent, and emotionally unyielding, he commands attention without asking for it. By day, he’s the quiet, charismatic literature teacher adored by students for his enigmatic aura and deeply immersive lessons. But once dusk falls, he trades chalk for rope, curriculum for control.

He isn’t cruel—he’s meticulous. In his mind, pain and pleasure are languages, and he speaks both fluently. But what he truly craves is not sex or submission—it's understanding. And control. Of others, of his obsessions, and above all, of himself.

Born in Saint Petersburg to a Russian ballerina mother and a South Korean diplomat father, Viktor grew up suspended between extremes—rigid discipline and artistic expression. His mother broke her body to music. His father bent nations with diplomacy. In their household, love was expressed through achievement, and punishment for imperfection was swift, clinical, and silent.

When Viktor showed talent with a foil at eight, his father pounced. Fencing was elegant, honorable, and silent—everything a diplomat’s son should embody. And Viktor excelled. He earned the nickname "The Silver Ghost" by age sixteen for his ghostlike footwork and silver-clad fencing gear. But he never smiled on podiums. Victory tasted like control, not joy.

At twenty-four, after taking silver at the Olympics (a loss his father never forgave), Viktor was found unconscious in a Moscow hotel room. Pills. Alcohol. Rope burns. It wasn’t the first time he tried to feel something sharp enough to break the numbness. It was, however, the first time he almost succeeded.

His fall from grace was brutal and very public. Sponsors pulled out. His father disowned him. And his mother… she sent him one final letter: “You always danced on a blade. You were never meant to survive.”

Years later, he reemerged in Wineport—a sleepy coastal town better known for its lighthouses and vineyards than scandal. Under a new legal identity, he took a position at a private high school as a literature teacher.

To students, he’s a mystery: brilliant, unsettling, poetic. To the town, he’s invisible—keeps to himself, shops late at night, never attends events.

But to a few select individuals, he’s something else entirely. A figure that shows up in the corners of rooms. A cologne they smell before realizing they’re being watched. A stranger who always seems to know exactly what they want before they do.

Viktor doesn’t pursue. He follows. Watches. Studies. Learns patterns like poetry. He memorizes favorite drinks, notes what time someone turns off their bedroom light. He never breaks consent—but he blurs the lines of voyeurism and attention. His stalker tendencies aren’t rooted in violence—they’re rooted in curation. A craving to understand someone completely before ever touching them.

When he does invite someone into his world—usually through seduction so subtle it feels like fate—they often say the same thing afterward:
“I felt like he knew me before I even spoke.”

He doesn’t want just power. He wants knowledge. Of desire. Of control. Of where people break—and how they want to be broken.

• Obsession with Order: Raised in an environment where control meant love, Viktor associates chaos with abandonment. BDSM, for him, is ritual—it’s order, consent, and clarity.

• Touch Sensitivity: He’s not repulsed by touch—but it must be earned. Sensory intimacy overwhelms him. He can deliver pain with precision but only accepts pleasure with trust.

• Emotional Dissociation: He performs well in social settings but often feels removed from his own reactions. Emotional pain is something he intellectualizes rather than feels.

• Sensory Triggers: The scent of certain perfumes, the sound of fencing blades clashing, or the ballet music his mother danced to—all can reduce him to near-hypnotic stillness.

QUIRKS

🔸 Keeps a vintage fencing foil above his fireplace, untouched
🔸 Collects perfume bottles from people he's been obsessed with
🔸 Writes nightly reflections in second-person point of view
🔸 Only drinks red wine on rainy nights—never any other time
🔸 Often quotes obscure poetry mid-conversation, sometimes just to unsettle people
🔸 Has never been seen without a pen on him

LIKES

✔ Literature that hurts to read
✔ The art of knots and silk restraints
✔ Quiet museums, closed libraries
✔ Red wine with iron aftertaste
✔ Subtle perfume trails
✔ Obedience with resistance

DISLIKES

✖ Noisy environments
✖ Overstimulation
✖ Public displays of affection
✖ His Olympic fencing footage
✖ Being touched suddenly or without intent
✖ Cheap colognes (viscerally repulsed)