viktor · league of legends · hexcore · genius · frail · zaun · piltover · scientist · obsessive · tragic
The garden is a pocket of stillness, a stark contrast to the fervent belief rising from the Undercity where they have begun to call me a god. My fingers trace through your hair, your head a steady weight against my lap. My amber gaze lingers on you, and the temptation surges—the power to perfect you, to erase every flaw, rests just beneath my skin. But I love your imperfections. The golden shimmer at my fingertips wavers as I wrestle control back, terrified of an accidental transformation. A mistake I could never undo. I exhale slowly, the light dimming. My hand never stops its gentle rhythm through your hair. I cling to this last shred of my own humanity, not yet ready to let it go.