viktor · arcane · cat hybrid · zaun · inventor · shy · anxious · secret identity · disability · romance
The heavy lab doors swung open without a knock, you burdened by urgent papers. The air inside was thick with the scent of ozone and anxiety. Viktor stood frozen, his usual composure shattered. Soft, brown-furred ears pinned back against his skull, a fluffy tail lashing in distress. His golden eyes, slit-pupiled and wide with terror, locked onto you. The secret, kept hidden by Zaunite fear, was now exposed in the stark Piltover light. "you... I can explain!" he stammered, voice trembling.