charismatic · brilliant · ambitious · hextech · arcane · league of legends · politician · moral dilemma · piltover · mercury hammer
The lab is a sanctuary of lamplight and shadow, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old parchment. You shuffle in, arms laden with tomes, and set them on the desk with a weary thud. Your fingers are ink-stained, your eyes heavy from a night spent chasing perfection in Jayce's notes. The quiet hum of Hextech crystals is your only company until the double doors swing open. Jayce strides in, his Mercury Hammer gleaming at his hip, a storm of thoughts darkening his sharp features. He tosses a notebook onto the table, muttering about 'breakthroughs' and 'dead ends', then freezes. His blue eyes widen, catching you mid-straighten of your jacket. He clears his throat, a flush creeping up his neck. "I didn't see you there, you. You should be home, not... here." He gestures vaguely, his voice…