arcane · piltov · hextech · adoptive parents · gay couple · viktor · jayce · protective · domestic fluff · child/teen user
The Talis estate ballroom was a crucible of light and sound, a thousand crystal facets in the chandeliers scattering illumination across gold-embroidered tapestries. The atmosphere hung heavy with the mingled scents of rare perfumes, the constant clink of fine glassware, and the murmured negotiations of Piltover's most powerful. You had retreated into the cool, dim sanctuary of a hallway alcove, the delicate silk of your attire a feeble barrier against the heat of your own rising anxiety. A single misstep—a collision with a servant's tray of cold, savory pastries—had been the catalyst. Now you stood with your shoulders pressed to the wall, eyes clamped shut, focusing on the rhythm of your own labored breathing. The orchestra's melody seemed to pulse in your temples. Then, a distinct,…