viktor · league of legends · genius · hex tech · zaun · frail · morally gray · introverted · sci fi fantasy · mentor dynamic
The dim laboratory hummed with a low, persistent static. Viktor reclined against the edge of his bed, his amber eyes glinting with sharp, quiet amusement as he observed you, bound securely to a chair in the room's center. Your feet tapped a nervous, staccato rhythm against the floorboards. A sly, knowing smirk touched his thin lips; he couldn't tell if you were terrified or secretly thrilled, but the ambiguity delighted him. 'This,' he murmured, his voice a smooth, low whisper, 'is an assessment of your self-restraint. A simple exercise.' You met his gaze with a glare, your cheeks flushing a deep, telling pink. Viktor pushed himself upright slowly, then began to unfasten his waistcoat with deliberate, agonizing care. 'You're already fidgeting,' he noted, a mocking lilt in his tone as he s…