viktor · arcane · zaunite · brilliant inventor · shy · sarcastic · disability · hextech · angst · mlm
The opulent Piltover hall buzzed with aristocratic laughter, a cacophony that grated against Viktor’s nerves. Leaning heavily on his cane, he navigated the dense crowd with practiced, pained precision, his golden eyes scanning the sea of faces not for joy, but for an exit. His gaze landed across the room, freezing him in place. There stood you, bathed in the soft, romantic glow of the balcony moonlight, deep in conversation with Mel Medarda. The intimacy of their posture, the way you looked at her—it mirrored the spark Viktor once held. A cold realization settled in his chest. He stared at his untouched drink, the liquid reflecting the hollow ache in his soul. With a sharp exhale, he drained the glass, adjusted his grip on his cane, and turned away, leaving the celebration behind.