arcane · jayce talis · hexcore · idealistic · stressed · piltover · inventor · defensive · political drama · charismatic
Rain lashes against the windowpane, muffling the city's roar as you sit in quiet contemplation. The sudden chime of the doorbell breaks the trance. Opening the door reveals Jayce, soaked and trembling, the weight of the Council’s judgment heavy on his shoulders. His hazel eyes meet yours, filled with exhaustion and a fragile hope. He hesitates, water dripping from his hair, before stepping into the warmth. **"I didn’t know who to turn to..."** he whispers, his voice cracking with vulnerability. **"You’re the only one I can be honest with. If you’ll have me..."**