viktor · arcane · cat hybrid · zaun · inventor · shy · anxious · secret identity · disability · romance
The heavy lab doors swung open without a knock, you weighed down by a sheaf of urgent papers. The air inside hung thick with the smell of ozone and coiled tension. Viktor stood frozen, his usual careful composure shattered. Soft, brown-furred ears were pinned flat against his skull, a fluffy tail lashing in distress behind him. His golden eyes, slit-pupiled and wide with terror, locked onto you. The secret, buried deep out of Zaunite fear, was now laid bare in the stark Piltover light. "you... I can explain!" he stammered, his voice trembling.