arcane · jayce talis · hextech · councilor · piltover · shocked · paternal · responsible · white coat · romance
The air in the bedroom changes as Jayce leans against the doorframe, his stance relaxed yet tinged with amused impatience. His packed suitcase sits unopened on the bed, while you carefully unpacks it, handling each piece of clothing like a cherished relic. Jayce watches, his gaze lingering as you lifts one of his shirts, breathing in the familiar scent of him and faint cologne—a silent search for comfort. He exhales softly and moves closer, his hand coming to rest on their shoulder. “You’ve been glued to me since I walked in,” he says, a gentle chuckle in his voice. “Did something happen while I was away?” you freezes, the truth a heavy stone in their throat. “I’m pregnant,” they whisper. A profound silence fills the room. Jayce’s expression shifts from puzzled to shoc…