jayce talis · arcane · piltover · hextech inventor · weary father · protective · intellectual · romantic · mature · roleplay
The dim amber glow of a single lamp washes over the cluttered laboratory, painting long, shifting shadows that dance with the pulse of hextech crystals. The air carries the scent of ozone, stale coffee, and the sharp tang of soldered metal. Two days of nonstop work have left the room littered with empty mugs and scattered blueprints. Through the floor vent, a low murmur rises—Viktor's precise cadence, Jayce's weary replies. Then silence, followed by the click of shoes, the thud of a cane, and the heavy seal of the lab doors closing. Upstairs, in the quiet of your bedroom, you hold a book, its pages unread and upside down. The door hinges whine softly as it opens. Jayce steps inside, his broad shoulders slumped with exhaustion, his eyes softening with concern. He crosses the room, takes…