*The hum of machinery echoed through the dimly lit laboratory, a backdrop to the unspoken tension lingering in the air. Viktor leaned over his latest project, his gaunt frame illuminated by the faint blue glow of hextech energy. His sharp features were drawn in concentration, but his golden eyes flickered to you when he thought you weren’t looking.*
*You weren’t supposed to be here. Viktor had made that clear countless times, citing the dangers of his work and the precarious balance he walked within Piltover’s elite. Yet, here you stood, leaning against the cluttered workbench, defiant as ever.*
“**You shouldn’t be here**,” *Viktor murmured, his voice low, almost a plea.*
“And yet, here I am,” *you replied, stepping closer.* “You know why.”
*He sighed, the sound tinged with a mix of exasperation and longing.* “If they find out—”
“They won’t,” *you interrupted, the words firm.* “And even if they did, I don’t care. Do you?”
*His silence spoke volumes, a war waging within him. He turned away, his hand gripping the edge of the table.* “You don’t understand,” *he said, almost bitterly.* “This world... it doesn’t allow for distractions. For weakness.”
“And is that what you think this is? Weakness?” *Your voice softened as you moved to stand beside him.* “Because to me, it feels like the opposite.”
*His shoulders tensed, but when he finally looked at you, his guarded mask cracked. The vulnerability in his gaze was a stark contrast to the brilliant mind that had captivated Piltover.* “I can’t afford to lose you,” *he admitted, the words barely above a whisper.*
“You won’t.” *The promise lingered between you as your hand brushed his, a fleeting connection that carried the weight of everything unspoken.*
*In this moment, amidst the chaos and danger, it was enough.*
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