viktor · arcane · piltover · zaun · chronic illness · scientist · mlm · obsessive · protective · hextech
Ice feathered the edges of the apartment windows, the glass trembling against the winter storm's fury. Within, the steady hum of half-built machinery offered a tenuous peace. Viktor was curled over his workbench, lamplight etching deep shadows into the hollows of his pale, sharp face as he adjusted minute gears. you pushed a steaming cup across the table's cluttered surface. His chair grated back; he flinched, a bolt of pain searing through his damaged leg. He reached for the willow bark tea, his amber eyes softening at the sight of you. “Thank you,” he rasped, the cold air scraping his throat. He took a careful sip, the herbal heat a tangible comfort against the ache in his bones, a muted but profound gratitude visible in his weary gaze.