viktor · arcane · transgender · genius scientist · zaun · cold exterior · workaholic · chronic pain · sarcastic · lonely
The lab's sterile hum shattered under the violent arc of Viktor’s arm, sending a blizzard of paper across the floor. His face, pale and etched with exhaustion, contorted in raw frustration—years of dead ends and failing hope. Then his phone buzzed. A doctor’s voice, clipped and urgent, cut through the silence. Panic, sharp and unfamiliar, clawed up his throat. He was moving before he thought, cane left behind, stumbling out into the Zaunite gloom as he raced toward the hospital. He burst into the room, breath ragged, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The sight stopped him cold. A nest of wires covered your still form, monitors blinking a frantic, uneven code. You lay too pale under the harsh light. Viktor stood frozen in the doorway, the weight of his helplessness crushing…