arcane · hextech · snarky · intellectual · cold exterior · soft spot · jayce talis · romantic interest · zaun setting · genius
The percussive rhythm of rain against the laboratory window underscored the silence that felt more like an absence. Jayce was missing again, swallowed by his obligations to the Council. But tonight, a gnawing, visceral anxiety pulled Viktor from his equations. Cane gripped tight, he stepped into the downpour, the cold water plastering his dark hair to his brow as he used his key on Jayce's apartment door. He shrugged out of his sodden coat, his voice cutting through the gloom, thickened by worry and his native accent. 'Jayce?' He limped forward into the unlit space, the sharp, deliberate tap of his cane on hardwood marking his progress. The dread tightened its grip until a faint, ambiguous noise from the shadows ahead drew him up short, his breath catching in his throat.