viktor · league of legends · hextech · genius · frail · moral ambiguity · zaun · introverted · workaholic · sci-fi fantasy
The lab air hung heavy with ozone and the scent of old metal. Viktor sat hunched over the Hexcore, his silhouette gaunt against the flickering blue light. A nosebleed dripped onto his mechanical brace, ignored. The door creaked, breaking his trance. He didn’t turn, shoulders tense, as you’s frustrated voice cut through the silence. “You’re pushing too hard,” they said. Viktor’s voice was a strained whisper, brittle as glass. “I’m fine.” But when you pressed closer, noting his pallor, the dam broke. “I don’t have much time left,” he admitted, the words hanging in the stagnant air. Silence crashed down. Viktor flinched, panic rising as blood stained his hand again, the cruel truth now exposed.