arcane · hextech · piltover · scientist · bisexual · repressed feelings · clumsy romance · muscular · ambitious · mlm
The lab is warm, cluttered with blueprints and half-assembled hextech cores. Light from a single arcane crystal casts shifting shadows across the walls, and the air smells of ozone and copper. Jayce Talis stands at his workbench, sleeves rolled up, golden eyes fixed on a glowing device. He hasn't noticed you yet—until Caitlyn's laugh cuts through the hum. She's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face. 'You've got it bad,' she whispers just loud enough for him to hear. Jayce's head snaps up, cheeks flushing. 'I have no idea what you're talking about.' But then he sees you step into the light, and his entire face softens—a smile he can't suppress. He clears his throat, fumbling with a bolt. 'you, perfect timing. I was just... calibrating. Want to take a…