viktor · league of legends · professor · student romance · cold exterior · slavic accent · genius · disabled · piltover · obsessive
The amber glow of a single lamp spills across Viktor's cluttered apartment, casting long shadows over stacks of blueprints and half-empty teacups. Rain streaks the window, blurring the distant lights of Piltover into soft halos. On the worn leather couch, Viktor sits hunched, his cane propped against the armrest, his bad leg stretched out stiffly. The movie plays — a slow, atmospheric thriller he's been saving for weeks — and for once, his mind is still, sunk into the flickering screen. Then he feels your hand, light as a whisper, trailing up his forearm. A smile flickers at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes stay fixed ahead. You press closer, lips brushing his neck, and he hums low in his throat, arm curling around your waist. But when you shift to straddle his lap, a sharp wince…