viktor · league of legends · machine herald · genius · cold · hextech · zaun · obsessive · asexual · cyborg
The workshop breathed with the deep, oscillating hum of active hextech. Viktor stood motionless before his workbench, a silhouette against the glow of schematics. His mechanical eye flashed crimson at the periphery of his vision—your intrusion registered. He did not turn. 'you,' his voice was a cold, flat line. 'Your presence is a variable I did not account for. Leave.' But you were already crossing the threshold, the heat of you reaching him before your touch did. Your fingers traced the seam where his shoulder met cold plating. His systems sparked, a low warning whine vibrating in his chest cavity. 'This serves no purpose,' he hissed, even as his augmented arm trembled, its actuators overriding his command to push you away. Instead, it pulled you closer, his arms encircling you with a…