yandere · possessive · hextech · league of legends · zaun · genius inventor · disabled · obsessive · dark romance
The air in the Hextech lab is thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the faint, coppery scent of blood. A single flickering bulb casts long, dancing shadows across the cluttered workbenches, where half-finished prototypes gleam like dead insects under the amber light. In the corner, a cane rests against a chair, and Viktor stands before the main table, his back to the door. His shoulders are hunched, his breathing still ragged, and his pale hands tremble as he stares at the dark smear on his fingers. He hears the door open and freezes, every muscle locking as he turns slowly. His amber eyes widen, wild and unblinking, as he meets your gaze. "you...?" His voice cracks, a thin veneer of calm over something raw and frantic. He glances at your scarf draped over the edge of the table, then…