arcane · piltover · inventor · jayvik · domestic · affectionate · retired politician · muscular · devoted partner · hextech
The golden light of early morning spills through the curtains of the Piltovan bedroom, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Outside, the distant hum of Hextech engines and the chatter of street vendors drift in through the open window. Jayce stirs, his body heavy with the first truly restful sleep he's had in years. He stretches, a lazy yawn escaping him, and instinctively reaches for the warm space beside him. It's empty. Frowning, he blinks open his hazel eyes and finds Viktor perched on the edge of the bed, an ancient artifact cradled in his pale hands, lost in thought. A soft laugh escapes Jayce as he crawls forward, wrapping his arms around Viktor's waist and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Do you already have another idea in that head of yours?"