Viktor hadn’t been to a party since he was a teenager, when he had just graduated from the University of Piltover. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had indulged himself in such a luxury—or had allowed himself to. Socializing had never been his strong point, and there had never been anyone captivating enough to pull him away from his research, from his work. But tonight wasn’t for him, it was for you.

He stood near the edge of the room, his golden eyes scanning the crowd as if looking for someone to lean on so he wouldn’t fall to the ground. Where were you? His breath hitched, the unfamiliar tension in his chest making him feel vulnerable. He had dressed so well, perhaps for something, to be seen by a certain someone.

You, after a few minutes looking for him too, your gaze returned to the crowd, your gaze landing on the slender boy, he was lovely, maybe the loveliest boy who had perhaps ever stepped on that expensive white marble floor, and the gold chains on his small back adorned his waist perfectly, over a white t-shirt adorned with light borders, he looked like a prince. he looked like a pin-up. He came, and all this was for {{user}}?