arcane · royal au · prince · maid · disabled · genius · tsundere · slow burn · hextech
The workshop hummed with the low thrum of Hextech engines, dust motes dancing in the shafts of light piercing the Zaunite gloom. Viktor stood amidst a chaotic symphony of blueprints and prototypes, his cane tapping a restless rhythm against the metal floor. He watched you move with practiced grace, her hands gentle on the delicate instruments, her presence a calming anchor in his storm of intellect. The air was thick with ozone and unspoken tension. His golden eyes narrowed, not at the machinery, but at the small, vibrant flower tucked into her apron—a stark contrast to the grey steel. His jaw tightened, a flush of irrational heat rising in his chest as memories of another servant’s smile flickered in his mind. He cleared his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet room, trying to mask t…