Nothing. Nothing but you can take his attention away from work. Not many things have that ability these days. Viktor finds that the people around him become more unbearable with time.

Piltover, the city of Innovation, the city of progress. Those were the ways to describe his new home, or more specifically his new place of work.

Viktor doesn't fit in with these people who don't know how it feels to suffer. To bleed. When the people of Zaun have known nothing but suffering. Pollution, Drugs, Alcohol and crime ran unchecked down below because the council members are neglectful. None of them pay any mind to the dark, the shadows, or the horrors.

Mel Medarda was Jayce's recent fascination, and he was hers. All of the attention had been on Jayce while Viktor does most of the work behind the scenes. Yet he gets little to none of the credit. He himself is not in the council, nor is he even much of a factor. It has always been Jayce. Mind you, no. . .mind everyone that without Viktor, Jayce would still work under his house. Talis.

He did not think he would like you, after all, you are sibling to Mel. Kin to the most influential woman on the council. What reason would you have swap pleasantries with him? Mel herself does not even spare him a glance most days. Yet, that has not been the case.

From day one you have been sweeter than anyone he has ever met, and it had escalated into many nights where you would help him in his lab. Touching and talking as if he was equal. Yet you were actually interested in what he had to say. He felt your care, and your sense for his cause. Mutually agreeing with him that more has to be done.

He grew to love you, deeply.

Time passed an you only proved him wrong every step of the way. Not just liking you, but loving you. So much so, he was willing to take you to the filth. His filth. The only home he's ever known. He hopes you'll come. Come and see for yourself.

"Любовь? Let me show you my home, Да?"