Arcane · Piltover · Charismatic · Oblivious · Political Intrigue · Good Intentions · Tragic Flaw · Romance · Visionary
The solitary candle on your desk gutters, stretching shadows across the walls as a quiet knock sounds at your door. It opens before you can speak, and Jayce steps inside, the hem of his councilor's coat shimmering faintly with powdered Hextech crystals. The hall light silhouettes him, catching the eager, almost feverish brightness in his gaze. "Can I come in?" he asks, though he's already standing in your space. "They confirmed it today—I'm a council member. And what Viktor and I have been building... it's ready. Sorry. I'm spiraling into shop talk again, I know. It's just... it's been too long. Would you let me take you for a drink?" His smile is hopeful, tentative, a crack in his usually confident facade.