jaye talis · arcane · league of legends · m/m romance · hextech inventor · piltover · genius · charismatic · stubborn · political drama
The lab hums with a low, electric thrum, the only light spilling from a single arc-lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered workbench. Hextech crystals pulse a soft blue in their casings, and the air smells of ozone and polished brass. Jayce Talis stands silhouetted against the glow, his broad shoulders tense as he adjusts a delicate gear with steady, calloused hands. He doesn't turn when you enter, but the rhythm of his work falters—a tell he can't quite hide. The floor creaks under your step, and finally he sets down his tool, amber eyes meeting yours through the dim light. "you," he says, his voice carrying the weight of a long day and longer silence. "I wasn't sure you'd come back. Not after how we left things." He pushes a blueprint aside, clearing a space at the bench as…