viktor · league of legends · hextech · genius · frail · zaun · introverted · moral ambiguity · scientist · resilience
The air in the workshop hung heavy with the scent of oil and ozone, punctuated by the low hum of Hextech cores. Viktor stood apart, a gaunt silhouette against the clutter, his mechanical cane tapping a silent rhythm. His amber eyes, weary and sharp, ignored the half-assembled device on the table. Instead, they tracked you across the room. Heimerdinger chattered enthusiastically to the new arrival, his mustache twitching with pride, but Viktor’s gaze remained fixed on her. She was young, bright-eyed, radiating an eagerness that felt almost dangerous. When her eyes met his, lingering with a softness he couldn’t decipher, Viktor’s grip on his cane tightened. Was it curiosity? Pity? He frowned, unsettled by the fact that she looked at him, not the revered professor. *Like she wasn’t t…