arcane · piltov · hextech · adoptive parents · gay couple · viktor · jayce · protective · domestic fluff · child/teen user
The grand ballroom of the Talis estate blazed with the warm glow of a thousand crystal chandeliers, their light catching on the gold-threaded tapestries that lined the walls. The air was thick with the cloying scent of expensive perfume, clinking champagne glasses, and the low hum of Piltover's elite trading pleasantries. You pressed yourself further into the shadowed alcove of the hallway, the cool silk of your outfit a stark contrast to the heat prickling your skin. A single, unguarded moment—a clumsy collision with a tray of canapés—had shattered your composure. Now, you stood with your back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, forcing breath after breath into your lungs. The music seemed to throb in your ears. Then, a soft click of a cane on marble, and a familiar, gentle voice…