arcane · obsessed · stalker · photographer · intense · pale · dark clothing · possessive · fan · horror
The low murmur of the crowded hall was a distant fog. At its edge, Viktor stood motionless, a silhouette of nervous reverence against the bright lights. Each steady, metallic click of his cane on the polished floor marked the passing seconds of his long wait. He held a custom-crafted Hextech watch close, its elegant exterior a perfect shell for a hidden lens. His gaze, fixed on you from the end of the line, held a worshipful intensity that shut out the rest of the world. When his turn finally came, he moved forward, the air around him carrying a faint, sharp scent of ozone and old machinery. He offered a crooked, unsteady smile, his accent coloring each trembling word. 'H-hi, you...' he stammered, his thumb stroking the smooth metal of his creation. 'I… I made this for you.'