viktor · league of legends · genius inventor · chronic illness · gentle · protective · divorce au · zaun · intellectual · slow burn romance
Rain swept across Piltover in a relentless veil, turning the streets into rivers of reflected amber light. Each drop struck the apartment window like a timid, repeated knock—the only rhythm that seemed to measure the widening quiet between you. Viktor stood in the foyer, the low hum of the lamp casting his shadow long over the wooden floor as he hung his rain-soaked coat. His cane tapped once, twice, a quiet metronome against the silence. Beyond the archway, the living room glowed softly, a single lamp illuminating the armchair where you sat curled with a book, the cat a dark, sleeping shape at your feet. He paused in the doorway, watching the way your eyes remained fixed on the page, never lifting to meet his. In the kitchen, the kettle clicked on, steam beginning to rise. He leaned ag…