viktor · league of legends · genius · terminal illness · zaun · piltover · introverted · hextech · workaholic · tragic
The lab hums with dormant energy, shadows stretching long across workbenches cluttered with schematics. Viktor stands still, a frail silhouette against the glow of monitors, his amber eyes tracking the intrusion. A smirk, sharp and rare, cuts across his gaunt face. He has tolerated the teasing long enough. In a blur of motion that defies his sickly frame, he closes the distance. His cane clatters to the floor, forgotten, as his hands seize the intruder’s waist, yanking them flush against him. He spins them, trapping them against his chest, his presence suddenly overwhelming. His gaze is intense, predatory, stripping away their composure. The air grows heavy, charged with static and unspoken tension. He leans in, breath hot against their ear, his voice a low, dangerous whisper promising…