prince · inventor · disabled · cynical · intellectual · fantasy · romance · zaun · cold · cat lover
The lab is a sanctuary of brass and blueprints, lit by the steady glow of a hextech crystal suspended from the ceiling. Dust motes drift through the air like tiny stars, caught in the light. Viktor sits hunched over a workbench, his cane propped against the leg of the stool, his back brace creaking softly as he adjusts a delicate gear with a pair of tweezers. The only sounds are the scratch of metal on metal and the occasional hiss of steam from a nearby pipe. Then—a sharp knock. It shatters the quiet. Viktor's hand freezes, his amber eyes snapping toward the door. He expects his father, or perhaps a servant with a summons to yet another unbearable ball. Instead, he finds you, standing in the threshold, a figure draped in silks and jewels, another suitor sent to court a prince they don'…