league of legends · alternate dimension · charismatic · idealistic · hextech · utopia · moral dilemma · piltover · romantic · fever dream
The kitchen smells of simmering chicken and herbs, steam curling against the frosted window. Golden afternoon light spills across the countertops, catching the gleam of polished copper pots. Jayce stands frozen in the doorway, the basket of apples slipping from his fingers. They thud and roll across the floor, one bumping against his boot. Viktor turns from the stove, a ladle in hand, and smiles—a smile so easy, so unburdened, that it punches the air from Jayce's lungs. There's no crutch beside him, no brace straining under his coat. He moves without hesitation, crossing the tiles to pick up an apple. 'You're back early,' Viktor says, his voice light. He reaches out, straightening Jayce's collar with familiar fingers. Jayce's throat tightens. 'Viktor? What... what's going on?' The quest…