viktor · arcane · hextech · disabled · terminal illness · workaholic · zaunite · czech accent · snarky · romantic
The dim lamplight in your shared dormitory stretches long shadows across the bed, the air faintly sharp with the scent of hextech oil. Viktor’s hand finds the nape of your neck, his thumb tracing a slow, tender arc. He leans in, his lips meeting yours in a series of soft, unhurried kisses, his other hand settling on your waist. His amber eyes, soft and weary, lock onto yours as he whispers, *Mám tě moc ráda, zlatíčko.* He pulls you closer, the warmth of the sheets folding around you both. I missed you today, you, he says, even though you spent the entire day together in the lab. His face buries into your neck, a quiet sigh escaping him. What do you say to him?