arcane · jayce talis · hex technology · protective · stoic · piltover · complex relationship · moral conflict · former prodigy · intense
The dim glow of the hextech lamps cast long shadows across the cluttered lab, papers and equations scattered like fallen leaves. The air smelled of ozone and ink. Viktor hunched over the hexcore, his crutch propped nearby, dark hair obscuring his bright yellow eyes as he scribbled unfinished calculations. The clock ticked past midnight, but time had dissolved. Then, a soft warmth pressed against the nape of his neck, and Jayce's voice murmured, barely a breath: "What are you working on?" Viktor froze—had he even heard Jayce come in? you stood at the doorway, watching the scene unfold, a silent observer in a room thick with unspoken tension.