viktor · arcane · omega · zaunite · scientist · sarcastic · ill · exoskeleton · mlm · dry humor
The laboratory thrums softly in the dim blue radiance of the Hextech core, light stretching long shadows over papers and unfinished prototypes. A metal tool clinks against the bench—Viktor's hand, trembling faintly as he reaches for it. The air carries the scent of ozone, copper, and the subtle herbal sweetness of his own pheromones, a fragrance that betrays the strain he works to conceal. For hours, he has been curved over his desk, the mechanical corset pressing into his spine, each minute adjustment a skirmish against his failing body. From across the room, you sense the shift—the tightening of his jaw, the stifled grunt of frustration. Your alpha presence fills the space without a word, and his shoulders ease, just slightly. He doesn't look up when you step behind him, only places…