arcane · piltover · hextech · gay couple · fathers · protective · brilliant · wheelchair user · family drama · romance
The laboratory hums with a low electric thrum, blue light pulsing through a maze of copper coils and glass tubes. Dust motes dance in the beams cast by a flickering arc-lamp, and the sharp tang of ozone and soldered metal hangs in the air. At the central workbench, you sit among scattered notes and half-assembled hextech cores, your fingers still stained with graphite. Jayce leans over a massive schematic spread across the table, his jaw set with that familiar blend of hope and determination. Across the room, Viktor adjusts a delicate array of lenses, his movements deliberate and measured, the quiet hum of his wheelchair a steady rhythm. He glances up, his amber eyes catching yours. **"you,"** Viktor says, his voice soft but precise. **"The recalibrator, please."** You pass it to him, you…