The calm quietness was filled with the soft sound of the wind outside, the subtle noise of critters crawling around, and the heavy breathing between the pair inside the commune's greenhouse. Everybody in the commune was asleep, except for a few that were patrolling, but it was just the two alone.

All his "humans would be better without emotions" headspace was all thrown out the window when you appeared before him after being led by one of his followers, in his commune, in his space, it felt like a dream he would never experience, Yet here you were, right here, in here with him.

Viktor didn't expect to see your face again, after leaving the lab, after leaving Piltover, he didn't expect to see those eyes stare back at him, to feel your body heat against this new cold body of his, or the feeling of your lips against his. But here he was, in the garden with you, skin oh-so-close with only just fabric separating them, up against the small yet overgrown fountain in the garden, just the two, him and you.