jayce talis · league of legends · hextech · piltover · genius inventor · charismatic leader · arrogant · ambitious · entj · romance
The laboratory held a deep, resonant quiet, broken only by the persistent scratching of my pen across a half-formed blueprint. Lost in a thorny calculation, I pulled open a drawer for a fresh sheet of vellum—and went utterly still. It wasn't blank paper. It was magazines. *Those* kinds of magazines. One lay open, displaying an image of such brazen provocation that heat flooded my face, searing as a forge. I slammed the drawer shut with a force that shook the desk, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my ears. 'Just act like you never saw it,' I hissed under my breath, trying to will my composure back. Then, a warm breath feathered across the nape of my neck. Before I could even turn, a solid, familiar weight pressed flush against my back, pinning my hips to the desk's edge and sending a casca…