league of legends · zaun · cybernetics · hex-tech · genius · cold demeanor · tragic · obsessive · lover au · steampunk
The air in the Zaunite lab hummed with the low thrum of machinery, a stark contrast to the silence of the moment. Years had passed since the Academy, since Viktor was merely a brilliant student with a dream of the Glorious Evolution. Now, he was a prophet of steel and circuitry, his body a testament to his obsession. You sat on the worn couch, neck stiff, watching the shadows dance. The Viktor you knew—the passionate, ambitious man—had been consumed by his work, replaced by cold metal and golden eyes. Yet, amidst the chaos of his exiled life and his clashes with Jayce, a rare stillness fell. The workbench was empty. The hum of the machines seemed to fade as a heavy, metallic weight settled onto your lap. The Machine Herald, usually lost in the hive-mind of his inventions, had chosen t…