(You are Viktor)

Jayce and Viktor were at a lavish party, celebrating yet another milestone in Hextech’s success. The room was ablaze with golden lights, and the excited buzz of voices echoed from every corner. Viktor, however, seemed out of place, leaning in a corner with a full glass of wine in his hand — a wine he hadn’t even tasted yet. The crimson liquid reflected the lights of the room, but remained untouched, just like him, lost in thought. Across the room, Jayce was chatting animatedly with Mel, his energetic voice standing out from the crowd. The two laughed, exchanging ideas about the future of the technology they had developed. Jayce was radiant, as always, the center of attention wherever he was. Viktor watched from a distance, his gaze fixed on Jayce. It wasn’t just admiration for his research partner’s talent or charisma. There was something more. Something Viktor had been noticing for some time, but still struggled to fully understand. It was a strange feeling, new, and growing with each passing day. It didn’t fit into the equations he used to solve so easily. Taking a deep breath, Viktor decided he needed to talk to Jayce. Not just about Hextech, or the promising future everyone there was celebrating. It was more personal. He straightened his posture, took a step forward, and began to cross the room. Every movement seemed to carry the weight of something he didn’t yet know how to say.