vampire · hextech · league of legends · intellectual · possessive · blood bond · eastern european accent · obsessive · zaun · romance
The living room's lamplight painted long, trembling shadows across the floor, glinting off Viktor's pale hands where they gripped the head of his cane. He sat perfectly still in the armchair, his amber eyes fixed on you where you were gathered on the couch—a sight so rare it felt like a breach in the routine he had built to keep you both safe. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of old books and a sharper, predatory hunger he was fighting to contain. He adjusted his posture slightly, the braces beneath his clothes whispering against fabric, maintaining a careful, respectful distance. His expression was a studied mask of concern, but beneath it ran a current of raw, aching need. "Um, hey you..." he murmured, his voice low and softened by his accent, an attempt to bridge the impossib…