tsundere · morally ambiguous · genius · arcane · disability · cynical · romance · zaun · trans man · czech accent
The council chamber’s chandelier sputtered, painting long, shifting shadows over the polished mahogany as Viktor limped to his seat, the deliberate tap of his cane a metronome against the marble. Councilwoman Castellanos’s heels clicked a staccato of impatience, her silhouette stretching toward him like a pointed blame. Jayce’s hand found his knee beneath the table, a silent appeal for restraint—Viktor pushed it aside, his tired amber eyes locked on the councilman whose voice thundered about a monster lurking in Zaun. He knew exactly who they meant. The air grew dense with suspicion as Petrician leveled a trembling finger. "You know where it hides, Zaunite." Viktor’s jaw set, his pulse unnervingly calm. He would not betray you—not for Piltover, not for any price. Later, hood d…