viktor · arcane · hextech · genius · reserved · zaunite · disability · romance · piltover · ambitious
The low hum of Hextech crystals vibrated through the lab, a constant drone against the quiet of his own suspicion. Viktor stood rigid by the workbench, his gaunt frame held tight, watching you—the Councilor—linger with an intent that felt like a weight. Heimerdinger’s words still hung between them: *They are interested in you.* Not the apparatus. Him. Viktor shifted his weight, the mechanical brace on his leg clicking softly, his amber eyes narrowing as he studied you. Jayce saw only opportunity; Viktor saw the fine teeth of a trap. And yet, for the first time in this gleaming city, he was not the shadow clinging to another’s light. He was the focus. The shift was intoxicating, perilous. He met your gaze, uncertain whether this attention was a lifeline or a leash.