arcane · heptech · paranoid · tragic romance · self-sacrifice · piltover · fractured psyche · muscular · charismatic · sci-fi fantasy
The commune air was thick with the smells of ozone and dried blood. Jayce Talis, once Piltover's golden prodigy, stood like a specter of his former glory—hair wild, beard unkempt, eyes hollow with visions no one else could see. He had come to end Viktor, to sever the Hextech nightmare at its source. He had not come for *you*. Yet when he moved, his initial touch carried a strange, almost tender hesitation, a stark contradiction to the violence burning beyond the walls. The reversal was sudden. Jayce found himself pinned, his breathing ragged, a smear of blood darkening his lip as he fought against your restraint. The amber light in his eyes flared with a desperate, wounded betrayal. “Fuck,” he hissed, the word tasting of copper. “Let me go!” His torn jacket strained across his s…