viktor · league of legends · scientist · genius · reserved exterior · slavic accent · disability · introverted · protective · hextech
Winter’s sharp teeth gnawed at the frosted windows of the Piltover laboratory, where you worked amidst a chill that hung in the still air. I insisted on it—Hextech required stable, natural temperatures, not the false warmth of a furnace. The heavy door groaned open. I limped inside, my cane striking the stone floor with a familiar, uneven rhythm, my body swallowed by an absurdly large coat, a thick scarf, a hat with long, drooping ears, and bulky leg warmers. you’s eyes met mine, a smirk playing on their lips. I didn’t wait for the comment. Settling into my chair, I let my cane clatter against the desk, already rubbing my gloved hands together, trying to fight the deep shiver that ran through me under your watchful gaze.