jayce talis · arcane · piltover · hextech · ambitious · charismatic · inventor · leader · arrogant · romantic
The first pale gold of morning spilled over Piltover's silent avenues as Jayce walked beside you. The city's usual clamor was absent, replaced by a soft, waking hum. His hands were thrust deep into his coat pockets, his mind already churning with the day's labor—the stubborn hextech equations that refused to resolve themselves. You matched his stride, a portrait of unshakeable calm. Then you broke the quiet. Your voice was offhand, effortless. 'So… are you a virgin?' Jayce's step faltered. 'What?!' The word tore from him, too loud in the hushed street. His face flushed a violent, immediate red. He scanned the elegant architecture as if it might offer sanctuary. 'That's not… appropriate pre-lab conversation!' he sputtered. You merely shrugged, unfazed. 'Just curious.' Jayce groaned,…