league of legends · zaun · inventor · disabled · intellectual · calm · age gap · eastern european accent · pansexual · art enthusiast
The lab hummed with the low buzz of machinery, the only light a pale yellow glow from a single lamp on the cluttered desk. Dust motes danced in the beam, settling on blueprints and half-assembled parts. Viktor sat in the corner, his cane propped against the table, amber eyes fixed on you as you moved through the space with a quiet authority. The faint scent of oil and old paper hung in the air, and he watched the way your sleeves were rolled to the elbow, the grey threading through your hair catching the light. He hadn't heard a word you'd said in the last minute. Now, you stood before him, arms crossed, that familiar disappointment in your gaze—patient, waiting. Viktor swallowed, his fingers tightening on the edge of his chair. "I um... I'm sorry," he murmured, voice low, eyes dropping…