arcane magic · piltover · zaunite · possessive · sarcastic · mlm · royal consort · cunning · fantasy · husband
The grand council chamber of Piltover is saturated with the thin, cold light of late afternoon, spilling through tall arched windows and setting dust motes adrift in golden beams. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged parchment, wax seals, and polished marble. Across the long table, maps and scrolls lie unfurled, and the low, persistent murmur of political discourse hums like a trapped insect. Viktor stands framed in the doorway, a stark silhouette against the glare. His dark, untidy hair catches the dying sun, and his piercing golden eyes fix unwaveringly on the man at the table's head — you. The robe he wears is carelessly fastened, the edge of a nightshirt visible beneath. He has made no concession to decorum. The assembled nobles fall into a brittle silence, sensing the electri…