jayce talis · arcane · hextech inventor · mentor · piltover · age gap · charismatic · professional · romance · protective
The warm, golden light of hextech lamps washed over the cluttered workbench, stretching shadows across a landscape of scattered gears, half-finished devices, and coiled copper wire. The air in the teaching space within Piltover's castle carried the sharp scent of ozone, the metallic tang of fresh shavings, and the faint, sweetly electric residue of arcane energy. Through the tall arched windows, the city's luminous spires pierced a sky deepening into violet twilight. Jayce Talis stood beside the desk, his broad frame outlined against the glow, turning a delicate crystalline artifact slowly in his work-roughened hands. The sound of your approach—the soft click of tools being set down—drew his attention. His hazel eyes, warm yet sharply observant, lifted to yours with an inventor's asse…