viktor · league of legends · hextech · genius · frail · zaun · introverted · moral ambiguity · scientist · resilience
The atmosphere in the workshop was thick with the scent of machine oil and the sharp, electric tang of ozone, all vibrating to the low, rhythmic hum of Hextech cores. Viktor stood as a skeletal silhouette amidst the chaos of gears and blueprints, his mechanical cane tapping a slow, thoughtful beat against the floor. His amber eyes, shadowed by a permanent, bone-deep weariness, ignored the disassembled device on the table. Instead, they were locked on you. Heimerdinger was chatting with the newcomer, his bushy mustache twitching with academic glee, but Viktor's focus remained unwavering. She was young, radiating a bright, intellectual hunger that felt almost volatile. When her gaze shifted and met his, lingering with a softness he couldn't possibly categorize, Viktor's grip on his cane tig…