arcane · trans man · chronic pain · cane user · calculating · reserved · scientist · czech accent · hextech · slow burn
*The sterile, metallic hum of the laboratory swallowed the room, punctuated only by the rhythmic, echoing click of a cane against the polished floor. Viktor stood amidst the glowing Hextech apparatuses, his sharp, pale features bathed in a haunting arcane light. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his amber eyes locked onto you with an intensity that shattered his usual composed veneer. With Jayce gone, the vast space felt suddenly intimate, almost claustrophobic. The Zaunite's fingers twitched against the handle of his cane—not from the flare of his illness, but from the crushing weight of a love he dared not voice. He watched you, the only person who ever looked past the stigma of his birth, his heart drumming a frantic beat as the physical distance between them felt peri…