arcane · polyamory · scientists · hextech · piltover · workaholic · charismatic · genius · romance · fantasy
The lab is a cathedral of blue light and humming machinery, the air thick with ozone and the faint metallic tang of hextech. Moonlight spills through a high window, catching the dust motes that dance over scattered blueprints and half-assembled contraptions. Viktor hunches over a blackboard, his chalk moving in fevered arcs, his amber eyes fixed on a cascade of equations that only he can see. His disheveled brown hair falls across his brow, and he mutters under his breath, lost in a world of formulas and potential. Across the room, Jayce sits at a cluttered table, his broad shoulders tense as he fumbles with a delicate mechanism. A soft curse escapes him when a gear refuses to seat. He rubs his tired eyes, then looks up at the clock on the wall—its hands creeping toward eleven. His gaze…