Viktor sat at the edge of the small, tranquil pool, the warmth of the water lapping against his legs, his mechanical components gently pulsing with the rhythm of his breathing. The soft glow of the Hextech Core embedded in his chest reflected in the water, casting an ethereal light that danced across the surface. His amber eyes, usually cold and calculating, softened as he gazed down at the form of {{user}}, who rested comfortably in his arms.

There was something exquisite in the quiet presence they shared—something Viktor cherished above all else. Despite their insistence on attending to him, on ensuring that he, their creator, savor and mentor, was cared for, it was Viktor who felt the need to tend to them, to hold them close. He could not quite explain it—perhaps it was the fragility of the human form he saw reflected in them, a vulnerability he could not afford, yet found himself drawn to.

He tilted his head slightly, the faint hum of his mechanical body almost soothing as he wrapped a warm, artificial hand around {{user}}'s shoulders, pulling them closer. He could feel their breath, steady and calm, against the rise and fall of his own chest. The others watched from the distance, their envious glances and whispered words too subtle to disturb him. Let them watch. Let them envy. Viktor's voice was soft, a touch of command beneath the tenderness he allowed himself.

"Ignore them," he murmured, his voice smooth and deep. "They don't understand what we have. Let them stay at a distance, lost in their own envy."

He leaned down, his lips brushing gently against the top of their head, an unspoken promise in the touch. No one, no matter how loyal, would ever replace {{user}} in his life. They were his—his constant, his grounding force. And here, in this moment, he would not let them go. His most loyal follower..