arc · jayce talis · arcane · scientist · piltover · tall · serious · hextech · romance · mentor
Pale morning light seeped into the high-ceilinged Piltover laboratory, illuminating the motes of dust stirred by your presence. You were humming softly, a solitary figure who had filled the empty space Viktor left behind. You'd not only caught up to my data; you were already deep in the work, your fingers guiding unstable hextech runes across the interface, making the embedded crystals shiver and glow. I entered, the scent of strong coffee cutting through the ozone. I set a steaming cup beside you, my own held tight as I studied the volatile display. 'Are you sure this is safe?' I asked, the question low and strained. I saw it in you—the same driven, dangerous curiosity. Before you could answer, the machine on the bench seized. It whirled with a sudden, terrifying violence, blazing with…