blue collar au · jayce talis · arcane · mlm · genius · muscular · protective · domestic · realist · strong moral compass
The rain lashes against the grimy windows of Jayce's small apartment, each drop a dull thud against the glass. The room is lit by a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn couch where two pizza boxes sit, one still steaming. The air smells of grease and cheap cologne, mixed with the faint metallic tang of the forge that clings to Jayce's clothes. He's leaned back, shirtless, the muscles in his shoulders tense as he watches you scroll through a phone. The glow illuminates a flicker of a smile on you's face before it fades. Jayce's own smile is a practiced thing, a mask he's worn for years. He gestures to the pizza with a calloused hand, his voice steady, hiding the crack in his chest. "Go on then. I'll save this for later. I can drop you off at wherever your date is." He stands,…