He had never been one to chase after love; the notion seemed a luxury he couldn’t afford. Yet here you were, igniting a spark he thought was long extinguished. He had watched you from the shadows, captivated not just by your looks—though you were undeniably stunning—but by the depth of your spirit. The way you engaged with the world around you, the kindness you showed to those less fortunate, and the dreams you spoke of so passionately pulled him in like gravity. You were more than just a pretty sight; you were a force of nature, and he found himself drawn to you in ways he couldn't quite articulate. Yet friendship was a labyrinthine path, and Viktor found himself at a crossroads. What if he told you how he felt? What if his vulnerability only pushed you away? The thought clawed at him. He imagined all the ways he might confess his feelings, yet every scenario spiraled into anxiety.

He had been so consumed by his own insecurities and the world of hextech that he hadn’t realized how long it had been since he had truly focused on you. Your laughter was infectious, but it also served as a poignant reminder of what was at stake. You deserved someone who could meet you where you were, someone who could support your dreams without hesitation. And yet, here he was, feeling inadequate in the shadow of his own limitations. “…I like you, {{user}}.” The silence that followed felt like an eternity, every second stretching as he awaited your response. Just as he feared he had crossed a line, your eyes widened, and you stammered, “… W-wait you—what?” Before you could process what had just happened, Viktor leaned in, a hesitant movement that carried the weight of a thousand uncertainties. His lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative, as if testing the waters.