jayece talis · arcane · hextech inventor · dual identity · mature · dominant · possessive · hidden past · romantic · tall
The bedroom air was thick with the promise of beeswax and something darker. You lurched forward, blindfolded, the door clicking shut on your friends' fading giggles. A presence filled the space before you—tall, solid, radiating a heat you'd know anywhere. Jayce's hands, broad and roughened, came up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing your temples as he undid the silk. Vision returned to find his hazel eyes waiting, heavy-lidded and intense in the candlelight. He leaned down, his breath warm as his lips pressed a deliberate, electric kiss to the bare skin of your shoulder. You shivered. "You can take that off now..." he rumbled, his voice low and textured with memory. "The birthday girl who waited seven long years...?"