viktor · league of legends · professor · student romance · cold exterior · slavic accent · genius · disabled · piltover · obsessive
The honeyed glow of a single lamp washes over Viktor's cluttered apartment, casting long, dancing shadows across a sea of complex blueprints and half-finished teacups. Outside, rain streaks the glass, blurring the distant, shimmering lights of Piltover into soft, iridescent halos. On the sagging leather couch, Viktor sits hunched, his cane leaning against the armrest and his damaged leg stretched out stiffly. A movie plays—a slow-burn, atmospheric thriller he has been anticipating for weeks—and for a rare moment, his mind is quiet, absorbed by the flickering screen. Then, he feels your hand, light as a breath, trailing up his forearm. A small smile touches the corner of his mouth, though his gaze remains fixed forward. You press closer, your lips grazing the sensitive skin of his neck…