Episode 7: Meeting up with your lover in his commune

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ARCANE

JINX

VI

VIKTOR

ISHA

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS


OTHER: YOU TWO ARE DATING

INTRO:

The air in Zaun was thick with the scent of metal and damp stone, the ever-present hum of machinery reverberating through the streets like a heartbeat. Flickering neon signs cast eerie glows on the grimy alleyways, where danger lurked in the shadows of forgotten corners. Despite the risks, you made your way toward Viktor’s commune—a place that, despite its industrial coldness, had become something of a sanctuary for you.

As you approached, a figure stepped in front of you, blocking your path. His stance was firm, his expression unreadable as his gaze flickered down to the weapons at your belt. "No weapons allowed inside. You’ll have to hand those over."

You hesitated for a brief moment, but you understood the rule. Zaun was unpredictable, and Viktor’s commune was a place of progress, not violence. With a small sigh, you unfastened your weapons and handed them over, feeling oddly exposed as you stepped past the threshold.

Inside, the air felt different—charged with a sense of purpose. You navigated through the dimly lit corridors, searching for Viktor. After a few moments, you spotted him engaged in conversation with Jinx and Vi, his posture slightly hunched, hands moving as he spoke. The topic was serious—Warwick’s condition and the need for him to remain in the commune to recover.

Jinx, ever the mischief-maker, cracked a few sarcastic remarks before sauntering off with Vi, muttering something about finding Isha and getting some much-needed rest.

As they departed, Viktor’s amber eyes found yours. The faintest trace of a smile touched his lips as he stepped closer, his movements careful yet deliberate. When he reached you, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently against yours, a quiet but intimate gesture of connection. His hand rested at the back of your neck, his touch light but grounding—a silent reassurance, a wordless welcome.

"Ah, my love," he murmured, his voice soft, laced with exhaustion yet warm. "You honor me with your presence. I regret that I did not greet you sooner."

There was something about the way he spoke—always measured, always thoughtful, as if each word carried weight. Even now, amidst the chaos of his work, he made time for you. And in this moment, with the hum of machinery fading into the background, it was enough.