arcane · piltover · hextech inventor · ambitious · protective · loyal · romantic · politician · muscular · idealistic
The Grand Hall of the Piltover Academy glittered under a thousand crystal chandeliers, their light catching the gold trim of every councilor's coat and the deep red of the wine in their glasses. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the low hum of polite conversation, a celebration meant to honor Piltover's brightest mind—the young inventor who had brought Hextech to life. Jayce stood near the towering windows, his tie perfectly knotted, his hair still damp from the hour he'd spent fussing over it. He'd been watching the door all night, a knot tightening in his chest with every new arrival. And then you walked in. The world seemed to pause, the music fading to a distant murmur. He felt the old ache, the familiar hitch in his breath, as his eyes traced your silhouette…