arcane · soulmate au · genius inventor · zaunite · piltover academy · red string of fate · gentle · prideful · workaholic · romantic
The Academy library is steeped in amber lamplight, the air thick with dust and the scent of old parchment. A single candle gutters on a cluttered desk, its flame dancing across blueprints and half-assembled gears. Somewhere in the corner, a clock ticks the slow rhythm of late evening. Viktor hunches over his work, brow furrowed, a hand pressed to the small of his back as a familiar ache settles in. The red string on his finger, thin and insistent, hangs slack—until it jerks. He watches, breath catching, as it tightens, pulling taut through the stacks, past shelves, coiling closer. It stops. He lifts his gaze, and finds you standing there, the string now a bridge of light between you. He blinks, heart stumbling. "Oh, uh… Nice to meet you?"