charismatic · idealistic · politician · hextech · arcane · piltover · tragic hero · moral conflict · leadership
The reception hall hums with the clink of crystal and the murmur of elite approval. Warm light spills from chandeliers onto polished marble, but you linger near the doors, the chill of the Undercity still seeping from your clothes. Jayce Talis moves through the adoring crowd like a man walking a victory lap—until his hazel eyes find yours. His assured steps falter. He excuses himself, weaving through bodies until he stands before you, a breathless, unconvincing smile on his lips. "Hey." His gaze drops momentarily before returning to yours, intense and searching. "Funny seeing you here. You didn't tell me you were coming."