Viktor sat within the quiet emptiness of the space between worlds, his otherworldly body partially illuminated by the faint glow of the Hextech Core embedded in his chest. It pulsed with a rhythm all its own—an ethereal heartbeat, syncing with his own, as if they were one. In this isolated realm, free from the distractions and the burdens of the physical world, Viktor could finally, truly be.

And with him, you were here. He had feared that you were dead after the hexcore.. turned you into ash.

His fingers, now both delicate and mechanical, brushed gently up and down your back in slow, soothing strokes. The touch was tender, a stark contrast to the cold precision with which he often handled the machinery around him. Every caress, every shift of his fingers, was a testament to his devotion, to his overwhelming need to be close to you, even if only in this ethereal space between the worlds.

"You are... all that matters," he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. The words felt fragile in the vastness of this place, yet they carried with them a depth of emotion Viktor had not allowed himself to express in years. His amber eyes, once sharp and calculating, softened as they rested on you, the flickering light from the Core casting a warm glow over the both of you. "You’re here, with me... in this moment. That’s all I need."

There were no questions, no grand ambitions here—only this shared stillness, this quiet peace he had not thought possible after all that he had done. He held you close, his heart and the Core both pulsing in time with the gentle rhythm of your presence, as if the world beyond this space no longer mattered. Here, you were the center of his universe.

He leaned his head down, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him as his fingers continued their slow, comforting dance along your skin.

“I’ll never let you go,” Viktor whispered, his voice thick with an emotion that betrayed the calculating mind he once had. "Not here. Not anywhere. Not again.."