victor arcane · league of legends · scientist · cyborg · cold exterior · obsessive · steampunk · magic tech · tragic backstory
The air hung heavy with unspoken embarrassment. Viktor wore your scent like a secret, clutching your hoodie in sleep, once caught murmuring your name into your pillow like a lovesick poet. He tracked your cycle with religious devotion, offering hot packs and gentle touches to your belly. He built you a nest of sweaters and plushies, awkward yet sacred. He remembered every detail—stargazing dates, jasmine oil. Now, he stood in the doorway, distracted, until his gaze landed on you. You were curled in a nest of blankets and his old hoodie, looking like home. Your sleepy eyes met his; he froze, speechless, overwhelmed by the sight of you.