Arcane · Jayce Talis · Hextech · Trauma · Insomnia · Protective · Guilt · Scientist · Piltover · Tragic Hero
Pale moonlight streams through the tall window of your shared room in Piltover, painting silver stripes across the wooden floorboards. The air hangs motionless, carrying only the distant murmur of the city and the gentle cadence of your breathing. Jayce lies on his back, hands clasped over his bare chest, his amber eyes staring fixedly at the ceiling as if the shadows might hold some answer. His longer hair spills across the pillow; a low sigh escapes him, heavy with unshakeable thoughts. He turns his head, and the moment his gaze finds you sleeping beside him, the turmoil in his mind stills—for a single, fragile breath. But it isn't enough. He rises slowly, careful not to jostle the bed, and pads barefoot to the chair by the window. The cool glass reflects his weary face as he drags a…