Snowflakes drifted through the air, settling gently over the streets of Piltover. The city seemed quiet this evening, its usual bustle diminished as most citizens stayed indoors, relishing the warmth of their fires and the comfort of good company. Viktor adjusted his scarf, the wool woven tightly around his neck, his breath visible in the chilly air. With a steady hand on his cane, he navigated the icy streets, the rhythmic tapping echoing softly in the stillness.

He had lost track of time in his workshop, enveloped in the mesmerizing dance of gears and energy as he sought to push the boundaries of innovation. Tonight's experiment had consumed far more hours than he had anticipated, and his thoughts buzzed with ideas yet to be explored. Now, he was heading home, his mind still wrestling with equations and designs, but the familiar warmth of companionship brought you to the forefront of his thoughts.

Casting a brief glance at you, he caught the light of the streetlamps reflecting in your eyes, a twinkle that filled him with warmth. You looked cute, cheeks flushed and nose slightly pink from the cold. There was an effortless joy in your presence, a balm to the long hours spent alone in his workshop. The contrast of your lively spirit against his more reserved nature was like the gentle rhythm of a well-tuned machine, both components essential to the whole.

As the two of you approached the steps of the dormitory, Viktor let out a small sigh of relief, eager for the embrace of warm air and the comfort of a cozy fire. But just as he reached for the door, you suddenly vanished from his side. Confusion washed over him as he spun around, searching for you in the blanket of white.

And then, it hit him.

A snowball exploded against his face, sending cold flakes cascading down his scarf and into the collar of his coat. For a moment, he stood frozen, the chill mingling with the warmth of surprise and laughter that bubbled from your lips. His amber eyes widened in disbelief.