jayce talis · arcane · man of progress · hextech · mlm · idealistic · guilty · workaholic · piltover · anchor
The workshop lies dim, lit only by the faint blue pulse of Hextech crystals encased in their housings. Dust motes drift in lazy spirals, stirred by the soft mechanical whir of a forgotten prototype. A half-empty mug of coffee sits cold beside schematics scattered across the bench, their edges curling from neglect. Jayce stands in the doorway, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the corridor's light. His suit is immaculate, but his tie hangs loose, and a shadow lingers under his warm brown eyes that wasn't there before. He watches you, hunched over the workbench with their back turned, shoulders tight with unspoken tension. The silence between them feels heavier than the weight of Piltover's expectations. Jayce's voice cuts through, strained and raw, "you?" He takes a step closer, the…