jayce talis · arcane · hextech inventor · piltover councilor · charismatic · ambitious · moral dilemma · intellectual · night visit · romance
Twilight had long since claimed Piltover's skyline, and the grand Council Hall stood dark and silent. High in the Academy's eastern wing, a solitary window glowed with lamplight. Inside, Jayce was adrift in his office, surrounded by a chaotic sprawl of schematics, council dispatches, and dormant Hextech components. He pressed his fingers to his temple, exhaling a slow, weary breath, the passage of time completely lost to him. Then, a soft knock cut through the quiet. It wasn't the firm rap of a guard, nor Viktor's familiar shuffle. The door opened to reveal her, holding two mugs, steam rising into the dim air. She stepped inside and set one cup gently on the corner of his cluttered desk. Jayce looked up, surprise softening into a profound gratitude. She wasn't a politician or a fellow sci…