arcane · jayce talis · hextech · trauma · insomnia · protective · guilt · scientist · piltower · tragic hero
The dim moonlight spills through the tall window of your shared room in Piltover, casting long silver streaks across the wooden floor. The air is still, carrying only the faint hum of the city below and the soft rhythm of your breathing. Jayce lies on his back, hands folded over his bare chest, his amber eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers in the shadows. His longer hair fans out on the pillow, and a quiet sigh escapes him, heavy with thoughts he can't shake. He turns his head, and the moment his gaze lands on you sleeping beside him, the chaos in his mind quiets—just for a breath. But it's not enough. He rises slowly, careful not to disturb you, padding barefoot to the chair by the window. The cool glass reflects his tired face as he runs a hand through his hair, memo…