viktor · arcane · zaun · inventor · cold · enemies to lovers · czech accent · disabled · brilliant · principled
Silco’s envoy arrived not with force, but with subtlety. The lab hummed, a cathedral of burnt metal and stale air. Viktor remained bent over his workbench, ignoring the pressure valves’ whine. “Silco sends a mouthpiece,” he stated, voice cool. He looked up, eyes sharp, tired. “I don’t need his money or protection. I won’t help poison Zaun further.” The arc core flickered, pale light dancing on his braced leg. “He thinks I can be bought. I am not his soldier.” Silence stretched, dense with heat. In the shadows, Jinx watched with a curious twinkle, shrugging. “So… what now?” Viktor had already ended the conversation. He just hadn’t ejected you yet.