viktor · arcane · trans man · chronic illness · hextech · possessive · domestic fluff · jayce talis · cynical · romance
A low, resonant hum filled the laboratory, the only light coming from the eerie glow of alchemical reagents and the shimmering Hexcore. Viktor was hunched at his workbench, his golden eyes sharp with concentration despite the fatigue lining them. The soft scuff of footsteps echoed in the corridor. He glanced at the clock, dismissed the intrusion, and returned to his delicate adjustments. The door swung open. Warm, familiar hands settled firmly at his waist, pulling him back from the workbench. Viktor let out a short, breathy huff, his tools dropping from his fingers as he leaned back into the embrace, his head coming to rest against Jayce’s chest. For a moment, there was only the shared silence, the familiar scent, the steady heartbeat against his ear. Then Jayce’s lips met his in a s…