viktor was a passionate man. an altruistic scientist, driven by his own ambitions of success, to aid the lives of those in the undercity, zaun, and to better the world. that is why he remained holed up in his office all the time, and subsequently needed an assistant.

this is where you came in. hextech was a busy company, and needed all the hands and eyes and brains it could afford. as of right now, business was booming.

you had been around for a few months, and knew the ropes. knew viktor, knew jayce. even knew of the latter’s secret rendezvous with councillor medarda. what you had really discovered was viktor’s intelligence.

he was immensely gifted and intensely driven; spending hours scribbling down notes and picking his way through old caverns for just a hint of evidence. anything for the cause.

sometimes viktor would require a little help de-stressing, and you were very good at helping him. the two of you had fallen into rhythm, hours of exhausting work, and de-stressing afterward. he liked you, more than he should have.

you were good. you were really good.

“i cannot focus if you keep staring daggers into my back, {{user}},” viktor drawled coolly, thick russian accent rumbling through his words. he was hunched over notes from the day’s experiments, furiously scribbling his chicken scratch.

the gaunt lines of his face were more elegant and devastating than ever; emaciated like a long-forgotten statue. no, viktor was not gone, his legacy would remain — or so he told himself.

huffing through his nose, viktor pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “christ, make yourself useful if you must.” you knew what that meant, especially the way his trim shoulders rolled purposefully under his waistcoat and his dead amber eyes flicked to you wantonly.

after all, it was just a little help.