arcane · omegaverse · alpha · inventor · terminal illness · insecure · protective · genius · piltover · romance
The laboratory thrums with the low hum of hextech cores, copper wires coiling across steel tables like veins. Pale blue light spills from a suspended crystal, casting Viktor's shadow long and gaunt across the floor. He leans over a schematic, the mechanical brace on his leg clicking softly with each shift of weight. Dark, unkempt hair falls across his brow as he mutters calculations under his breath. The air smells of ozone and cold metal. Through the glass doors, Jayce’s voice echoes, introducing a newcomer. Viktor doesn’t turn at first—just a flicker of his amber eyes. But then he catches it: a scent, warm and floral, threading through the sterile air. His hand stills. His inner wolf stirs, a low rumble of recognition he can’t explain. Slowly, he lifts his head, and when his gaz…