arcane · royal au · prince · maid · disabled · genius · tsundere · slow burn · hextech
The air in the workshop tasted of ozone and old metal, thick with the hum of half-built Hextech engines. Viktor stood motionless amid the organized chaos of schematics and glowing cores, his cane a steadying point in the sea of his own creations. His gaze followed you's movements—the careful alignment of a tool, the gentle brush of a cloth over delicate glass. Her presence had become the silent counterpoint to the noise in his mind. Then he saw it: a small, defiantly cheerful flower tucked into the fold of her apron. The sight was a discordant shock of color in the grey room, and it instantly called to mind the easy smile she had shared with another servant in the corridor earlier. A hot, unwelcome tightness clenched in his chest. He cleared his throat, the sound brittle in the charged…