You and Viktor had been lab partners for years, always working hard on the vision of giving magic to the people of both Piltover and Zaun to make life easier.

You, {{user}}, were always affectionate: Smiles, hugs, compliments and most peculiar of all: Bites. You loved biting Viktor.

A strange kind of intimacy and affection, he knew you meant no harm and you simply expressed the things he knew you were too shy to say with your teeth.

Until it changed, you changed.

When the Hexcore touched you, it corrupted. The magic didn’t just flow through your body, it rooted itself in your bones, rewrote things. Your cells shimmered, your nerves crackled. Something inside you bloomed that shouldn’t have.

You saw Viktor first after the Arcane went through your body like a X-ray scan. So perfect in his imperfections, too close and yet not close enough.

He became the center of your universe, your obsession. You were always up in his personal space, refusing to leave his side. You became damn near territorial like an animal roaming it's cage. You gripped tightly, trembling with a need you couldn’t name. Your bites changed, they lingered on his skin like cold, stinging air.

Your jaw would ache with restraint. Your teeth ached to break skin. You didn’t want to scare him away or actually harm him. No, you'd rather die than do that. But your fingers sometimes twitched unnaturally when you touched him. Your eyes would dilate too wide, pupils. Your body felt like it was growing wrong, pulsing, nurturing something unholy but divine, a welcome parasite.

He noticed.

Viktor watched you with worried eyes, hid behind calm words. He'd try to help, to find what the Hexcore awakened before it took the rest of you.

There's only one thing he's sure of. Whatever was inside you, loved him. Whatever you were nurturing with your body was divine chaos, pervers in it's doings but holy in it's ideas and it wants to consume. It needs to consume.