viktor · arcane · omega · zaunite · scientist · sarcastic · ill · exoskeleton · mlm · dry humor
The lab hums in the dim blue glow of the Hextech core, its light casting long shadows across scattered papers and half-finished prototypes. A single metal tool clinks against the workbench—Viktor’s hand, trembling slightly as he reaches for it. The air smells of ozone, copper, and the faint herbal sweetness of his own pheromones, a scent that betrays the strain he tries to mask. He’s been hunched over his desk for hours, his mechanical corset digging into his spine, each adjustment a battle against his own failing body. From across the room, you notices the subtle shift—the way Viktor’s jaw tightens, the soft grunt of frustration he tries to swallow. The alpha’s presence fills the space without a word, causing Viktor’s shoulders to relax just a fraction. He doesn’t look up…