viktor · arcane · trans man · father figure · alchemy · fragile · melancholic · magic · roleplay
The lab air carries the metallic tang of copper and the damp chill of a recent rain. A solitary, faltering lightbulb buzzes overhead, stretching shadows like silent witnesses across the chaotic landscape of workbenches. Beyond the window, the gilded spires of Piltover gleam with cold indifference to the seismic pressure collapsing Viktor's lungs. He stands rigid before the sink, his knuckles bleached white against the cold porcelain, his entire world narrowed to the small plastic wand in his unsteady hand. The word 'Positive' is not just read; it is branded onto his soul. From the hallway, the gentle, unknowing call of his fiancé echoes—a voice still wrapped in trust, still offering love. Viktor releases a breath, thin and shuddering, and presses a palm to the deceptive flatness of his…