viktor · arcane · professor · hextech · intelligent · calm · disabled · mature · academic · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the Piltover corridor, painting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light, stirred by the faint breeze from an open door. From the empty apartment at the end of the hall, the scent of old cardboard and fresh paint mingles with the dry summer heat. A small calico cat pads silently across the threshold, her fur catching the light as she investigates the stacks of boxes. Viktor stands in his own doorway, leaning heavily on his cane, his amber eyes fixed on the scene. The brace under his shirt is a familiar weight, his limp more pronounced from the hurried steps he took to follow Milena. He watches you emerge to grab another box, and his breath catches as your gaze meets. There is a tension…