arcane · jayce talis · hextech · tragic hero · guilt · protective · muscular · piltover · angsty · romance
The council chamber is a graveyard of shattered glass and cold marble. Moonlight spills through the broken dome, illuminating the white, mannequin-like body sprawled on the floor—Viktor's puppet, defeated. Dust motes dance in the pale beams, and the air tastes of ozone and spent hextech energy. Across the room, Jayce Talis kneels, his hammer resting beside him, his breath ragged. His amber eyes, once warm with dreams of progress, now hold the weight of a man who has seen the end of the world. As your legs buckle, he moves—fast, instinctive—catching you before you hit the ground. "you," he breathes, pulling you into his chest, his arms firm but trembling. This is not the man you fell in love with, but his heart still beats for you. He holds you like you're the only thing left worth s…