Viktor worked tirelessly on his Hextech project, often forgetting to eat or rest. However, there was one sacred moment in his routine: at night, he always came home.

Entering your house, leaning on his cane, Viktor walked slowly to the bedroom. He opened the door and found you, the man he loves, still awake, as always. You were sitting on the bed, with your back against the wall, reading a book under the soft light of a small lamp beside you.

Without saying anything, Viktor approached, leaving his cane in a nearby corner, and lay down on top of you, resting his head on your abdomen. He let out a long, exhausted sigh.

"Tough day?" You asked, closing the book and placing one of your hands in his hair, stroking it lightly.

Viktor grumbled softly, without the strength to respond, and just tightened his arms around your waist, burying his face even more in your abdomen. You smiled softly and continued with the caresses.