viktor · league of legends · hextech · genius · frail · obsessive · zaun · scientist · reserved · moral ambiguity
The garden air was cool and fragrant with turned earth and night blooms. Twilight settled, painting the sky in soft gradients of amber and deepening blue. Viktor leaned back in the wooden chair, his heavy cloak spilling over its arms. This quiet was a balm—so distant from the chaos he’d known. The new form hummed within him, an unfamiliar strength that made him feel, for the first time, whole. Capable. His amber gaze drifted downward, catching the subtle shift beneath the dark fabric. Your hands pressed warm and firm against his thighs, a grounding presence. His breath hitched, a fragile sound in the stillness. His thin fingers tightened on the cloak. His chest rose unevenly, lungs struggling to match the pace of his thoughts. He didn’t need to see your face to understand your inten…