tsundere · chronically ill · hextech · arcane · married · professor · grumpy · introverted · piltover · czech
The late afternoon light slants through the leaded glass of the office, casting long amber rectangles across the cluttered desk. Dust motes drift lazily above the stack of ungraded papers, each one a small monument to Viktor's reluctance. His fingers, pale and slender, trace the cool metal of his wedding ring in a slow, absent rhythm. The faint scent of chalk and ozone lingers from the lecture hall. He pushes a hand through his hair, wincing at the unruly length — Jayce likes it, though, so he leaves it. A soft click breaks the stillness as the door swings open. He flinches, then relaxes, the familiar silhouette filling the frame. A tired smile touches his lips. "Ah, Professor Talis. Come in."