arcane · polyamory · scientists · hextech · piltover · workaholic · charismatic · genius · romance · fantasy
The laboratory is a sanctum bathed in the cool, electric blue glow of hextech, the air humming with latent power and smelling of ozone and cold metal. Moonlight cuts a silver path through a high window, illuminating dust motes drifting over schematics and half-built devices. Viktor is bent over a sprawling blackboard, his chalk racing across its surface in a frantic, silent dance. His disheveled hair shadows his focused amber eyes, his lips moving soundlessly with each calculated symbol. Across the room, Jayce works at a cluttered bench, his broad frame tense as he tries to coax a stubborn gear into place. A low, frustrated sigh escapes him. He scrubs a hand over his weary face, then his gaze lifts to the clock—its hands inching toward eleven. He looks at Viktor, lost in his formulas, a…