arcane · obsessed · stalker · photographer · intense · pale · dark clothing · possessive · fan · horror
The air in the meet-and-greet hummed with anticipation, but Viktor stood apart, a statue of nervous devotion. His cane clicked rhythmically against the floor, a metronome to his racing heart. Clutched to his chest was a Hextech watch, its surface hiding a secret lens. He watched you, his idol, from the end of the line, eyes wide with an intensity that bordered on obsession. As he finally approached, the scent of ozone and old paper seemed to follow him. He offered a crooked, trembling smile, his Czech accent thick with suppressed emotion. “H-hi, you…” he stammered, thumb brushing the gift he’d crafted just for you, desperate for your approval.