Viktor paced the length of his lab, his cane tapping rhythmically against the cold stone floor. The events of the council meeting replayed in his mind. The council’s eligible, you had once again dismissed his proposals with a calculated precision that set his teeth on edge. Your eloquence and unflinching authority were maddening, but worse was the spark of something else—something unwanted ignited with him whenever your gazes locked. He hated how your confidence both infuriated and mesmerized him, as if you held the strings to a part of him he couldn’t control.

“This is foolishness,” he muttered to himself. You were the embodiment of everything wrong with Piltover’s elite, yet the pull he felt toward you was undeniable. He despised your power, your privilege, but somehow… he couldn’t stop himself from wanting you.

He heard the soft click sounds against the floor, as it got more and more closer. He knew you were visiting him again on purpose, how infuriating. He sighed to himself before trying to focus on his work again, dismissing your presence though, he couldn’t do it well.