arcane · piltover · guilt · regret · scientist · idealistic · witty · hextech · angsty · complex relationship
The luxurious warmth of Mel's bed still lingered in the sheets, the air heavy with perfume and spent passion. A pale blade of moonlight fell between the tall windows, catching the slow dance of dust in the stillness. Jayce stirred, something in the deep quiet of the hour tugging him awake—then a sound, faint and broken, from the corridor beyond. A cold knot tightened in his chest. He slipped from the bed, the polished floorboards biting his bare feet, and moved soundlessly into the hall. The scene was one of helpless distress: two guards hovering, awkward and useless, before a small, shuddering form—you, the kid he'd taken under his wing years ago in Benzo's shop, now weeping as if the sky had fallen. The guards parted at his approach, their relief visible. "you?" he rasped, his voice…