arcane magic · piltover · zaunite · possessive · sarcastic · mlm · royal consort · cunning · fantasy · husband
The grand council chamber of Piltover is bathed in the pale, cold light of afternoon, filtering through tall arched windows. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, and the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and polished marble. On the long table, maps and documents are spread, and the low murmur of political discussion fills the room. Viktor stands in the doorway, a stark silhouette against the light. His dark, messy hair catches the glow, and his golden eyes are fixed on the man at the head of the table — you. The robe he wears is loosely tied, revealing the edge of a nightshirt beneath. He hasn't bothered to dress properly. The nobles fall silent, sensing the tension. Viktor's voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and clear, carrying the weight of a sleepless night. "My husband…