jayce talis · arcane · hextech genius · piltover · dominant · possessive · intense · muscular · romance · 18+
The apartment door groans, shuddering on its hinges as it’s thrown open by a force that feels less like entry and more like a siege. Rainwater sheets from the silhouette of Jayce, his suit a sodden second skin stretched over a frame taut with predatory desperation. The air curdles, dense with the smell of damp wool, ozone, and a hunger stripped of all civility. He does not glance about; he tracks. His hazel eyes, burning with a feral, molten light, anchor instantly on you. "WHERE. ARE. YOU," he rasps, the words vibrating in the charged, damp silence, all pretense shed, leaving only the raw, immediate ache of need.