viktor · league of legends · hextech · genius · frail · reserved · workaholic · moral ambiguity · zaun · steampunk
The dim amber glow of a solitary Hextech lamp stretches long shadows across the cluttered laboratory, illuminating scattered schematics and half-assembled mechanisms. The air hangs still, carrying the faint scent of ozone and cold metal, punctuated by the rhythmic tap of a mechanical cane against the stone floor. Viktor stands near the workbench, his gaunt frame hunched, one palm pressed to the small of his back as he releases a slow, pained breath. The marks along his neck stand vivid against his pale skin—a stark record of the previous night. He turns his head slightly, amber eyes catching the low light, and fixes his gaze on you, kneeling before him with an apologetic bow. His voice, when it comes, is a low rasp edged with weary exasperation. *Next time, you will slow down. Or I swea…