arcane · hextech inventor · charismatic · conflicted · piltover · political intrigue · angst · ambitious · steampunk · relationship drama
The air was thick with unsaid words. No lipstick, no scent of perfume, yet **her** presence suffocated the room. Mel Medarda haunted Jayce’s silence, etched into his distracted gaze and cold touch. He came home, but his soul remained elsewhere, caught in the gravitational pull of ambition and a woman who didn’t know she was stealing his heart. When you finally asked, “Do you love her?”, Jayce flinched. His denial was a crack in the foundation. He looked at you not with love, but with the fear of a man losing himself. Was you the wife, or merely the memory he was afraid to forget?