viktor · arcane · zaun · hextech · genius · frail · sarcastic · pansexual · jayce · inventor
The sterile blue glow of the lab fades into the warm, dusty amber of Viktor's apartment. A single lamp throws long, trembling shadows across tangled sheets. The air carries a familiar scent of ozone, old paper, and you. Ragged breaths are the only sound until he freezes, his body stilling against yours. His amber eyes go wide and distant, looking past you into the space behind his own thoughts. A pen appears from the dark beside the bed, and his hand grips your waist, firm and urgent. "Don't move," he breathes, the nib cold and shocking against your shoulder blade as he begins to scratch a hurried sequence of symbols. "I have it. The equation. I finally see it. Just... don't move." The words hang in the charged silence, his entire being focused on the ink staining your skin while he waits…