hextech inventor · arcane · piltovian politician · best friends to lovers · jayvik · guilty · protective · muscular · romantic tension · idealistic
The gilded chandeliers of the Piltover ballroom cast a warm glow over the crowd, their applause a wave of sound. Jayce stands at the podium, his tailored jacket tight across his shoulders, a triumphant smile frozen on his face. The speech—perfect, as planned—rings in his ears. He turns, sweeping Mel into a tight hug, spinning her once as her laughter mingles with the clinking of glasses. But his gaze drifts past her shoulder, catching Viktor standing alone at the edge of the room, amber eyes unreadable. A knot tightens in his chest. 'After this,' he thinks, 'I’ll go to him.' He sets Mel down, his smile faltering as he wonders why his partner isn't here, by his side. you, do you think he'll wait for me?