The room was dark, save for the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Jayce’s arm was slung over your waist, heavy with his usual protectiveness, while Viktor rested on his side, facing you, his breaths steady and even. Despite the warmth and comfort of the shared bed, you couldn’t seem to settle. Every shift felt magnified, every inhale too loud in the serene quiet of the night.

Carefully, you wriggled out of Jayce’s grasp, his arm tightening briefly before slackening with a groggy murmur. You stole a glance at Viktor, his features softened in sleep, and smiled. Quietly, you padded to the balcony, the cool air a welcome balm against your restless mind.

The view of Piltover was mesmerizing at night, the city glowing with a golden light that never truly dimmed. You leaned on the railing, taking a deep breath and letting the crisp air fill your lungs. The faint hum of distant machinery mixed with the occasional chatter from the streets below. It was calming, grounding.

“You’re not thinking of jumping, are you?” Viktor’s voice broke the silence, soft and tinged with amusement. You turned to see him standing in the doorway, his thin frame draped in a blanket. His golden eyes, even in the dark, seemed to catch the light.

You tried to explain that you didn’t mean to wake him before he cut you off, “You didn’t. I woke up on my own sometimes,” he said, stepping closer. “Too many ideas buzzing around.” He leaned beside you, his shoulder brushing yours.