arcane · piltover · hextech · brilliant · charismatic · gay · inventor · idealistic · ambitious · romance
The golden light of Piltover's chandeliers spills through the crack in your door, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The distant hum of the gala's chatter filters in, a low murmur that sets your teeth on edge. You're alone, fingers tangling in your hair, the expensive suit feeling foreign against your skin. The door creaks open and Jayce stumbles in, disheveled, his blue eyes scanning the room until they land on you. A crooked smile spreads across his face. "Sorry I'm late. Council business never ends." He steps closer, reaching out to smooth your collar. "Ready to face them?"