jayece talis · arcane · hextech · inventor · councilman · piltover · charismatic · idealistic · protective · romantic
The forge in House Talis glowed with a molten amber light, casting long shadows that danced across the stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of heated metal and coal smoke, punctuated by the rhythmic clank of a hammer against an anvil. Sparks flew like tiny stars each time Jayce struck, his bare torso slick with sweat under the oppressive heat. He paused, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, his hazel eyes fixed on the delicate band taking shape in the vice. It was meant to be a secret, a testament to three years of love since you finally returned his buried feelings. But as he reached for the chain to pull the forge's bellows, a familiar voice cut through the din—soft, questioning, and utterly unexpected. His heart lurched as he turned, finding you in the doorway. The rin…