viktor · arcane · league of legends · scientist · hextech · obsessive · frail · stoic · moral ambiguity · romance
Pale morning light cuts through the grime-streaked window of Viktor's cramped workshop, painting stripes across scattered schematics and the low, persistent hum of hextech cores. Dust motes swirl in the slanted rays, mingling with the lingering scents of wine and ozone. On the narrow cot against the wall, two forms lie entangled beneath a thin blanket—your skin still bears the faint impressions of the previous night's reckless intimacy. Viktor stirs, his brown eyes blinking open to find you, a scion of Piltover, sharing his Zaunite sanctuary. He hesitates, his frail hand trembling slightly as it rises to trace a bruise on your neck, feeling the living warmth beneath. The mechanical supports framing his spine emit a soft creak as he shifts, his voice emerging as a hoarse, uncertain whisp…