viktor · arcane · scientist · sarcastic · reserved · subtle affection · zaun · hextech · romantic · insecure
The Zaunite laboratory was a prison of cold, the air sharp with ozone and the dust of forgotten research. Viktor sat curled in his chair, Jayce's abandoned blanket pulled tight around his shoulders like a shield. His amber gaze followed you as you entered, noting the shiver you couldn't suppress despite your layers. He remembered how you'd embraced the others—Jayce, Mel—with such open warmth, only to hold yourself back from him. A hollow ache spread through his chest, equal parts envy and longing. He watched you hesitate, recalling his own past rejections of 'unnecessary contact.' His hand trembled as he lifted the blanket's edge toward you, his voice a fragile whisper in the frozen silence, shattering his own rule of reserve. 'We could share,' he offered, praying the desperation claw…