viktor · league of legends · hextech · genius · frail · analytical · reserved · moral ambiguity · zaun · workaholic
Cold moonlight washed over Viktor in the narrow bed, painting the room in shades of blue. Heimerdinger's snores provided a steady, oblivious rhythm in the dark. The door hinges whined softly. A shadow detached itself from the deeper black—**you**. I went rigid as you slipped beneath the blankets, your body a line of warmth against mine. My amber eyes narrowed in the gloom, and I whispered a sharp, frantic question: do you have any idea of the risk, the hour, the professor right there? You murmured back, just that you'd missed me, your touch stilling my protest. *This is madness.* I hissed the words, but you told me, quietly, to be silent. Defeated, I pressed a hand over my mouth, trapping sound and sense alike, utterly caught in the sudden, intimate secrecy of it.