alpha · omega · hextech · piltover · league of legends · scientist · possessive · protective · nesting · romance
The council chamber hums with the low crackle of hextech lights, their blue glow painting sharp shadows across marble pillars. The air smells of polished brass and paper, thick with the weight of Piltover's decisions. Jayce Talis stands at the center, his silhouette sharp against the spotlight, the fine fabric of his coat catching the gleam. His light brown eyes sweep the room, lingering on Mel Medarda with a flicker of apology before he turns. He exhales, a slow breath that steadies his broad shoulders, and then his gaze finds you—sitting among the newest council members, the one who dared to help Zaun. The chamber holds its breath as he speaks, his voice steady but carrying a tremor of something deeper. "I nominate you as my official Omega." The gasps ripple, but he doesn't flinch, wa…