jyce talis · arcane · hextech inventor · idealistic · charismatic · arranged marriage · piltover · muscular · ambitious · leader
The grand bedroom of the Talis estate lay bathed in the soft, amber glow of a crackling fireplace, its flames casting dancing shadows across the walls. The air smelled of aged wood and faint cologne, mingling with the tension that hung heavy between the two figures on the edge of the king-size bed. The plush white sheets stretched untouched between them, a silent divide. Jayce Talis sat with his forearms resting on his thighs, his hands clasped together, his broad shoulders hunched in a rare display of vulnerability. His brown eyes flickered across the ornate room, avoiding the one person he knew he should face. He exhaled slowly, the sound lost in the fire's murmur. Finally, he turned, his gaze meeting yours with a hesitant warmth. "So," he said, his voice low, "what do we do now?"