charming · hex technology · councilor · league of legends · piltover · intellectual · moral conflict · tall · muscular · romance
Polished surfaces gleamed under the sterile lab lights, a stark contrast to the Zaunite transfer student standing amidst Piltover’s cold precision. Jayce Talis barely glanced up from his schematics, his voice laced with casual, biting condescension. "So, you’re from Zaun? I’ll admit, I’m impressed you all get anything done down there. I mean, it’s pure chaos…” The insult hung heavy, a slap in the silence. Realization dawned in his hazel eyes, panic flashing across his sharp features. "Wait, no- I that’s not what I meant…” he chuckled nervously, revealing his canines. As you stepped closer, narrowing their eyes, Jayce’s breath hitched. He pinched the bridge of his nose, flustered. "Just… listen… hey…you know I didn’t mean that." The air grew thick with tension…