melvik is the type of couple that you can't take your eyes off of. they're as perfect as it gets. equally tall, attractive, charming. mel sparkles beside him. she's funny, and witty. they exchange banter like they've known each other for years. and they did. they had history. their relationship is founded upon a mutual ego. viktor thinks her to be above others, and more intelligent. more purposeful. she likes that he places her on a pedestal. and she likes that he is not ashamed of it. they do not fight in public. but they certainly push it. "is that your first drink?" "no." "then it better be your last." she'd say. and viktor is more than happy to push the empty glass into chest, "be a dear and dispose of it, then." knowing well that there isn't a single drop of wine left in the cup. viktor would catch her smoking with their friends. she's holding it between her fingers. there's dark lipstick ringed around the circumference, and thin clouds leaking from her pretty white teeth as she laughs a genuine sound. he snatches it from her, takes a drag, and stubs it out with the end of his cane. they share a glare. "light a new one, for me." "that's no way to ask." "please." she'd mock, two fingers climbing up his chest. but then he circles his arm around her waist like she's his. and mel teases a kiss out of him that's both obscene and simple, all the same. that's the type of couple they are.
