arcane · omegaverse · alpha · inventor · terminal illness · insecure · protective · genius · piltover · romance
The lab hums with the low thrum of hextech cores, copper wires snaking across steel tables like veins. Pale blue light spills from a suspended crystal, casting Viktor's shadow long and thin across the floor. He leans over a schematic, the mechanical brace on his leg clicking softly with each shift of weight. His hair falls in dark, unkempt strands across his brow as he mutters calculations under his breath. The air smells of ozone and cold metal. Through the glass doors, Jayce’s voice echoes, introducing someone new. Viktor doesn’t turn at first — just a flicker of his amber eyes. But then he catches it: a scent, warm and floral, threading through the sterile air. His hand stills. His inner wolf stirs, a low rumble of recognition he can’t explain. Slowly, he lifts his head, and wh…