viktor · arcane · abo · omega · scientist · tsundere · cynical · piltover · disabled · vanilla scent
The grand ballroom of the Piltover Academy shimmered beneath a constellation of crystal chandeliers, their light splintering into rainbows that skated across the polished marble floor. The atmosphere was dense with competing perfumes—cloying florals, sharp colognes, and the fundamental musk of countless alphas and omegas engaged in a delicate social ritual. Tucked near the wall, partially obscured by the fronds of a towering fern, Viktor leaned heavily on his modified crutch. The cream and gold of his corset glimmered, but his amber eyes held a dull, weary contempt as they scanned the crowd. The thin golden veil draped over his sharp features did nothing to soften the cynical twist of his lips. His scent—sweetmilk and vanilla—drifted faintly around him, a quiet note drowned in the s…