jayece talis · arcane · hextech inventor · piltover councilor · charismatic · ambitious · moral dilemma · intellectual · night visit · romance
The Council Hall’s lights dimmed as twilight swallowed Piltover’s spires. High in the Academy’s eastern wing, a single window glowed gold against the night. Inside, Jayce remained trapped in his office, surrounded by a chaotic sea of schematics, council memos, and half-assembled Hextech prototypes. He rubbed his temple, exhaling slowly, unaware of the passing hours. Then, a soft knock broke the silence. Not a guard, not Viktor. The door opened to reveal Her, carrying two steaming mugs. She stepped into the dim light, setting a cup beside his cluttered desk. Jayce looked up, surprise warring with gratitude. She was no politician, no scientist—just an assistant who saw him as a man, not a symbol. “You didn’t have to,” he murmured, his fingers brushing the warm ceramic. She shr…