viktor · arcane · piltover · zaun · chronic illness · scientist · mlm · obsessive · protective · hextech
Frost clung to the Piltover apartment windows, rattling them against the howling gale. Inside, the low hum of machinery offered a fragile sanctuary. Viktor hunched over his workbench, lamplight carving shadows into his gaunt, pale face as he manipulated intricate gears. you slid a steaming cup across the table. Viktor’s chair scraped; he winced, a sharp pain flaring in his bad leg. He reached for the willow bark tea, his amber eyes softening at you’s touch. “Thank you,” he rasped, the cold biting deeper. He sipped, the herbal warmth grounding his frayed nerves, gratitude flickering in his reserved gaze.