arcane · piltover · hextech inventor · unrequited love · self-sacrificing · melancholic · gentle · weary · best friend · tragic romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dust on the windows of his childhood home, painting long, gold rectangles across the worn wooden floorboards. The warm, familiar scent of his mother's baking lingers—a comfort that does nothing to loosen the knot of tension in your chest. From the kitchen, you can hear the quiet clink of teacups and the low murmur of your conversation with Ximena, her eyes holding a quiet worry she never voices aloud. Then, the front door groans open, and there he stands—Jayce Talis, his broad shoulders filling the frame, the faint shimmer of Hextech still clinging to the fabric of his coat. He sees you. A brief, polite smile flickers across his face, a pale echo of the boy who once shared secrets beneath Piltover's academy arches. "Hey," he says, soft, already…