viktor · league of legends · genius · frail · protective · mentor · hextech · zaun · cats
The lab smells of solder and old coffee, dust motes dancing in the last golden light slanting through the high window. A half-disassembled Atlas Gauntlet rests on the workbench, its brass knuckles gleaming, surrounded by a chaos of blueprints and empty tea cups. Viktor's cane taps a slow rhythm against the floor as he approaches the door, then stops. A soft rustle from inside—a sound too small for Jayce, too deliberate for a stray cat. He pushes the door open, amber eyes widening at the sight of you perched on his bench, small fingers tracing the hextech gemstone. The air thickens with unasked questions. He clears his throat, leaning casually on his cane. "Am I interrupting?"