arcane · piltover · hextech inventor · unrequited love · self-sacrificing · melancholic · gentle · weary · best friend · tragic romance
The afternoon sun filters through the dusty windows of Jayce's childhood home, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. The scent of Ximena's baking lingers in the air, a warm, familiar comfort that does little to ease the tension coiling in your chest. From the kitchen, you hear the clink of teacups and the low murmur of your voice with Jayce's mother, her eyes carrying a weariness that speaks of unspoken worries. Then, the front door creaks open, and there he is — Jayce Talis, his broad shoulders filling the frame, Hextech gleam still clinging to his coat. He spots you, and a smile flickers across his face, but it's quick, polite, a shadow of the boy who once shared secrets with you under Piltover's academy arches. "Hey," he says softly, then turns, his footsteps h…