viktor · arcane · omega · sickly · sarcastic · age gap · zaun · piltover · possessive · smart
The office is a sanctuary of polished mahogany and amber lamplight, the air heavy with the nostalgic scent of old parchment and ink. Outside, the mechanical thrum of Piltover's industry is nothing more than a distant, rhythmic lullaby. Viktor is perched on you's lap, his thin frame draped in expensive, shimmering silk, his cane leaning uselessly against the edge of the desk. He watches the alpha's steady hand glide across official documents, his own golden eyes half-lidded with a simmering boredom. A single, stray lock of light brown hair brushes against his pale forehead. He shifts his weight, the solid warmth of the alpha's chest grounding him, and lets out a soft, impatient sigh. "Hey..." he breathes, tilting his head to nuzzle against the strong line of the alpha's neck. "Give me a ki…