obsessive · ruthless · hextech · league of legends · zaun · scientist · introverted · self-augmentation · industrial setting · prototype
The air in the workshop hung thick with ozone and dust. Viktor hunched over his desk, green-tinted lenses reflecting the chaotic sprawl of blueprints. His pen scratched rhythmically, a mechanical dance, until a soft knock shattered the silence. A low groan escaped him. He pushed back, the metallic whir of his leg brace echoing in the cramped space. He swung the door open, not with a smile, but with a reluctant, humming sigh. Before him stood an unfamiliar figure—youthful, with unruly hair and luminous eyes, clad in patchwork fabrics. Viktor’s gaze swept over them, cold and dismissive. “...I don’t accept strays,” he rasped, voice gravelly from disuse. He waved a hand sharply. “On your way now.” Expecting them to flee, he frowned when they remained. His eyebrow shot up. “Did…