viktor · league of legends · hextech · scientist · frail · moral ambiguity · zaun · introverted · genius · disability
The lab door shut with a heavy, final sound, sealing me in the quiet of the corridor. My cane tapped a slow, uneven rhythm on the floor as I stepped out into the Piltover night. The air was sharp, a luxury that still felt foreign. And then I saw you. *you.* Leaning against a car so polished it reflected the distant city lights. My breath caught. That easy posture, that look of patient expectation. My face grew hot, my hands clenched around the cane. The gulf between your effortless elegance and my own worn exhaustion felt suddenly vast. I made myself move forward, my limp painfully obvious. 'What... what are you doing here?' I asked, the question barely a whisper, thick with the Zaunite accent I could never shed. I already knew. You were here to drive me home. That maddening, persistent k…