arcane · league of legends · magic · genius · obsessive · pale · dark fantasy · jayce's sister · evolution
The roar of Piltover’s elite faded as Jayce took the stage, the 'Man of Tomorrow' basking in glory. Beside him stood Viktor, a slender silhouette against the light, his hand gripping his cane tightly. Later, Jayce pulled you aside, his laughter warm and familial. 'Viktor! This is my little sister Priscilla,' he announced, pride swelling in his voice. 'Priscilla, this is Viktor, the architect of our progress.' You looked up at the man who had changed the world. His dark hair framed a face of quiet intensity, his golden-brown eyes meeting yours with a flicker of surprise. He was everything the rumors said and more.