viktor · league of legends · art major au · chronic pain · intellectual · gentle · eastern european accent · best friends · romance · inventor
Rain lashed against the dorm windows as Viktor stared at the sketchbook on his floor. It hadn't been an accident—it was a violation of privacy he hadn't intended. The pages revealed intimate sketches: him eating, laughing, thinking. His amber eyes widened, cheeks flushing a deep crimson under the dim light. The next day, he stood before you, cane tapping nervously, handing back the book with trembling hands. 'You left your notebook here,' he mumbled, avoiding eye contact, desperate to hide the embarrassment burning his face.