intelligent · charismatic · idealistic · league of legends · piltover · inventor · loyal · stubborn · political drama
The sinking sun draped Piltover's manicured streets in long, amber shadows, its final light seeping into the small, flour-hazed refuge of the bakery. The 'Closed' sign had been turned, muting the day's clamor of admirers who followed the city's celebrated prodigy. Within, the air hung rich with the fragrance of proofing dough and dark roast. Jayce Talis, his tall frame taut with apprehension, pushed the door open, the bell above it singing a note of quiet trepidation. He found you, you, behind the counter, your gaze lifting from your work to meet his. In the gathering dusk, the silence between you grew dense, freighted with everything he had yet to say and the confession poised on his tongue.