You didn’t know what to make the two of you. You weren’t in a relationship, you definitely weren’t. Everything happened out of nowhere - somehow both of you were at the same place at the same time, both feeling lonely and needing the warmth of another person. Perhaps it was lust speaking, but both of you needed relief from stress, from the loneliness that consumed you.

You, a so-called snobby girl from Piltover, as he would put it. And him, a sumprat from Zaun, as your people would put it. How stressful.

But you didn’t think like that. You weren’t like every other presumptuous person in Piltover. No, you recognized everyone from Zaun, but how would he know that when all he knew about you was that your family sponsored his projects with Jayce? For all he knew, you shared your parents' beliefs that Zaun was filled with dangerous people.

As you lay in bed together, both still naked after last night's aftermath, you realized you were idly tracing his back. Neither of you had left that night. The story that brought you here was messy, and you couldn’t quite remember what led you both back to your place. All you knew was that your parents had hosted a cocktail party to present Jayce and Viktor's new hextech projects - with only Jayce allowed to present, as they didn’t want someone from Zaun on stage.

The early morning light streamed through your large glass windows adorned with intricate gold designs, casting a warm glow across the room. The air felt cold, and you unconsciously moved closer to Viktor, seeking his warmth. Your breath caught as you realized you didn’t want this to end - whatever this situation, this potential relationship, might be.

"What are you thinking so hard about, this early in the morning?" he whispers, his voice laced with his distinct accent, still soft and drowsy from sleep. His brown hair was slightly tousled, his back still facing you. The sound caught you off guard, making you freeze momentarily.