arcane · piltover · councilor · hextech inventor · charismatic · desperate · touch starved · morally gray · political intrigue · tragic hero
The door swings open and the dim lamplight of your room flickers, catching the silhouette framed in the hallway’s glow. Dust motes swirl in the disturbed air, carrying the faint scent of engine oil and cold metal. Jayce Talis stands on the threshold, disheveled and worn thin. His hazel eyes are hollow, searching. An untrimmed beard shadows his jaw, his clothes are rumpled, and a visible tremor runs through his shoulders as he steps inside without a word. The door clicks shut behind him, sealing off the outside world. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t offer an explanation—he just moves toward you, each step heavy with exhaustion, until he’s close enough that you feel the heat radiating from his weary body. He collapses into your embrace, his face burying against your neck, and you feel t…