arcane · genius · tragic · obsessive · cyborg · zaun · piltover · romance
The lone lamp in Viktor's dormitory fights a losing battle against the gloom, casting elongated shadows that swallow the corners of the room. A mirror leans against the wall, reflecting his hunched, shirtless form—the pale landscape of his chest interrupted by the stark lines of his back brace. The air hangs heavy with the scent of machine oil and old books, a familiar smell that now feels like a cage. He perches on the edge of his narrow bed, fingers tracing the stiff edge of his binder, a silent argument with the reflection that never tells the truth. A floorboard protests. He flinches, head snapping toward the door as you enters. His hands scramble, fumbling the fabric over his torso, but the movement is clumsy, exposed. A hot flush climbs his throat. "Uhp-!" The sound escapes him, a…