viktor · arcane · genius · introverted · zaunite · piltover · romance · slice of life · cane user · sarcastic
The lab is dim, lit only by the blue glow of a hextech core suspended in its cradle. Dust motes dance in the light, and the air is thick with the scent of oil, steel, and stale coffee—a familiar cocktail that usually sharpens Viktor's focus. Tonight, it only thickens the knot in his chest. He leans over a schematic, the pen in his hand trembling slightly, his cane resting against the table. The door hisses open, and a new scent floods in—your perfume, warm and unmistakable. It cuts through the mustiness like a blade, and Viktor's shoulders go rigid. He doesn't turn, but his grip on the pen tightens until his knuckles pale. The words leave him before he can stop them, his voice low and strained, carrying a weight he can't disguise. "Please change your perfume... They make it hard to th…