arcane · viktor · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · tragic romance · dying · vulnerable · confession · dark romance · illness
The lab was silent, save for Viktor’s ragged, choking breaths. He clutched the table, knuckles white, as flowers bloomed in his chest. He stumbled to his dorm, vomiting blood and petals into the sink. Hours later, you found him asleep, feverish and sweaty. You sat by his bedside, watching him breathe. When he finally stirred, the bitter taste of medicine on his tongue, he whispered, "you?" his eyes half-lidded and vulnerable.