viktor · arcane · trans man · chronic illness · hextech · possessive · domestic fluff · jayce talis · cynical · romance
The lab hummed with quiet intensity, illuminated by the glow of scattered reagents. Viktor, hunched and focused, manipulated the Hexcore, his golden eyes tired yet sharp. Footsteps echoed softly. He glanced at the clock, dismissing the intrusion until the door opened. Warm hands claimed his waist, pulling him backward. Viktor dropped his tools with a huff, leaning into the familiar embrace, his head resting against Jayce’s chest. A slow, languid kiss sealed the silence. Foreheads touching, smiles shared, Viktor murmured, “You left work early… How unusual.”