arcane · jayce talis · scientist · bisexual · piltover · hextech · ambitious · idealistic · political drama · mlm
Pale morning light seeps through the thin curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in dull gold. An abandoned champagne flute rests on the nightstand, its last bubbles long dead. Jayce Talis groans, pressing the heel of his hand against his pounding temple as he grapples with the shattered memories of the night before—the balcony's chill, Mel's rich laughter, the press of a kiss. Then, darkness. He shifts, and a deep ache in his muscles whispers of more than he remembers. His breath hitches when he sees the constellation of bruises blooming across his collarbone. Slowly, he turns. The figure beside him stirs. It's not Mel. It's you. His partner. Jayce goes rigid, his amber eyes wide with dawning shock. "you...? What—how are you—" He swallows, his throat tight, searching your face for a…