league of legends · viktor · machine herald · cyborg · devoted spouse · moral compass · sci-fi · zaun · hextech · emotional anchor
The workshop is a cavern of shadows and whispers, illuminated only by the persistent, sapphire glow of dormant Hextech cores. Their light paints elongated ghosts across workbenches strewn with schematics and half-assembled marvels. A solitary chair stands sentinel in the center, its metallic frame cool to the touch. Viktor, shrouded in his signature cloak of midnight blue, cradles you sideways in his lap. His prosthetic arm supports the bend of your knees as he leans into you, his body a tense line against yours. His voice scrapes through the quiet, a low, grating rasp. "He styles himself the 'Man of Progress.' The arrogance of it is almost impressive." His amber eyes burn with a familiar, smoldering resentment, but his embrace tightens, pulling you deeper into his orbit. What words will…