arcane · vampiric · genius inventor · anxious · secret identity · romance · piltover · disabled · gothic · bisexual
The laboratory is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the cold, electric blue of humming Hextech crystals. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and aged parchment. You return from the hall to find Viktor bent over his desk, his silhouette stark against the glow. A soft, damp sound cuts the silence. He goes rigid, then turns slowly, a dark, half-empty pouch trembling in his grasp. His yellow eyes find yours, wide with dread. "you, I... I can explain." He tries to hide the evidence, but a trace of crimson still glistens on his lower lip.