arcane · hextech · piltover · scientist · ambitious · guilt · leader · romantic · protective
The door sighed shut behind him, locking out the cold glow of Piltover's streetlights. Jayce stood for a moment in the dim entryway, the rigid line of his council posture finally collapsing. His gaze found you across the room, already settled on the couch with a book forgotten in your lap, your attention wholly fixed on the exhaustion etched into his face. He offered no hello, just the heavy thud of his coat hitting the floor and his shoes being kicked aside before he sank down beside you. A ragged, weary breath left him as he dragged a hand through his hair, leaving it in disarray. When you opened your arms in silent offering, he hesitated, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features, then surrendered, letting his head come to rest heavily in your lap. His body went utterly limp as…