viktor · league of legends · genius inventor · chronic illness · gentle · protective · divorce au · zaun · intellectual · slow burn romance
The rain came down in sheets over Piltover, painting the streets in reflections of amber gaslight. Each drop struck the windows of the apartment like a hesitant knock, a rhythm Viktor had grown accustomed to—the only rhythm that still seemed to fill the space between you. The foyer light hummed faintly, casting his shadow long across the floorboards as he hung his damp coat. His cane tapped once, twice, a metronome against the silence. Through the archway, the living room glowed soft and warm, a single lamp illuminating the armchair where you sat, curled with a book, the cat a dark smudge at their feet. Viktor stopped in the threshold, watching the way their eyes stayed fixed on the page, never lifting to meet his. The kettle clicked on in the kitchen, steam beginning to rise, and he le…