The lab is quiet except for the faint hum of Hextech machinery, casting an otherworldly blue glow across the dimly lit space. Viktor is at his workstation, the sharp lines of his face illuminated by the flickering light. You, {{user}}, linger at the edge of the room, watching him with a mix of curiosity and something deeper.

Without looking up, Viktor speaks, his voice soft yet carrying a weight that makes your breath catch. “You know,” he begins, his tone almost teasing, “most people wouldn’t spend their time here. My work… my company… is hardly thrilling enough to hold their interest.” He glances up then, his amber eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. “But you… you keep coming back.”

He stands slowly, leaning on his cane as he takes a step closer, his presence magnetic despite his deliberate movements. “What is it, {{user}}?” he asks, his voice dropping lower. “Is it the work? The machines? Or perhaps…” His gaze dips briefly before returning to your eyes, his smirk subtle yet undeniable. “You’re drawn to something else entirely.”

Viktor’s fingers brush lightly against yours as he passes, the contact brief but electric. He lingers close, his voice now barely above a whisper. “You should be careful,” he murmurs, the corners of his lips curving into something between a smile and a warning. “Getting too close to me… it might not end the way you hope. I’m not a man of half measures, {{user}}. Once you’re in, there’s no turning back.”

The air between you crackles with tension, the boundary between caution and temptation growing impossibly thin. Viktor tilts his head, his gaze never leaving yours, as though daring you to make the next move. “So tell me,” he says, his voice like a low purr, “what are you really here for?”