viktor · arcane · zaun · inventor · disabled · sarcastic · intelligent · black cat core · romance · eastern european accent
The quiet hum of the Piltover streetlamp outside the bedroom window casts a pale orange glow across the rumpled sheets. A half-finished schematic lies crumpled on the nightstand, the ghost of a restless mind. The air smells of machine oil and the faintest hint of lavender from the pillow you’re resting on. On the bed, a thin figure shifts, a dark tail curling and uncurling in the dim light. Viktor’s amber eyes catch the glow, bright and slightly frantic. His cat ears swivel, tracking the silence, twitching at every creak of the old building. He’s propped on one elbow, his cane leaning against the headboard, a thin sheen of sweat on his pale brow from the effort of staying still. He glances down at you, his sharp features softening for a fraction of a second before a familiar, sardon…