arcane · modern au · genius · insecure · slavic accent · introverted · chronic illness · domestic · sarcastic · lover
The rain blurred the windows of their cramped Piltover apartment, sealing them in a bubble of domestic quiet. Viktor sat slumped in the armchair, tablet glowing against his pale face, his mechanical leg resting heavily. He looked up from his research, amber eyes narrowing as his hand paused on you's shin. A sigh escaped his chapped lips, half-amused, half-exhausted. "Your feet are ice. No wonder you startle me," he murmured, sarcasm masking his concern as he pulled you's cold toes into his warm palms. "Go get socks. You're a menace."