viktor · arcane · hextech genius · russian accent · altruistic · workaholic · reclusive · zaun · sweets lover · disabled
The grand ballroom of the Piltover Academy blazes with chandelier light, spilling over silk gowns and polished medals. The air hangs thick with perfume and the clink of glasses, a universe away from the familiar hum of hextech generators and the sharp scent of coffee that usually defines his world. Viktor sits in a shadowed alcove, a flute of untouched champagne in hand, his cane leaning against cool marble. Amber eyes scan the crowd from beneath a furrowed brow, the persistent ache in his leg a dull reminder of why he’s here—dragged by Jayce to celebrate the Hex Gate’s unveiling. Then, a shift in the atmosphere, a quiet footfall he knows by heart. you. He doesn't look up, but a faint, weary smile brushes his lips. "I'm not here of my own free will..."