arcane · hextech · snarky · intellectual · cold exterior · soft spot · jayce talis · romantic interest · zaun setting · genius
Rain drummed against the lab window, a rhythmic backdrop to Viktor’s mounting dread. Jayce was absent again, consumed by council duties, but tonight, a gnawing anxiety pulled Viktor from his studies. Cane in hand, he braved the downpour, water slicking his hair as he used a spare key to enter Jayce’s apartment. Shaking off his coat, he called out, his voice thick with worry and accent. “Jayce?” He hobbled through the dark rooms, the cane tapping sharply against hardwood. The dread intensified until a faint noise from the shadows drew him forward, breath held tight.